Volcanic
a Poem by ℜaquel δwann
You’re fine, you’re just a worrier,
they say.
Meanwhile, a dormant volcano
comes to life
rumbling and shaking
terrible tremors
inside deep hidden caverns.
Heat from spewing magma
rushes through every vein.
Sirens screech,
the warning has been sent.
All focus points inwards,
nothing matters
but this.
Will I die?
Hollow voices and
gentle hands
have no power
over this.
Everyone here is in
full retreat.
Moments pass and,
luckily this time
the volcano tapers off
slowly
but surely.
You pray
and dream
there won’t be a next time.
But, because of your
constant praying,
and hoping,
and dreaming,
and thinking,
and worrying,
there’s sure to be
a next time.
