Breath

I breathe in the wind

to begin again

replenished

refreshed

blessed to feel

the air flow through my chest

Walls

I built walls to prevent falls

only to fall within the walls

I built too high.

The ground felt so damn cruel

and I felt like a fool

as I tumbled into darkness

from the sky.

A Dormant Volcano

a dormant volcano

looks peaceful and enticing

its destructive power

forgotten

or never even known

by those who greet the sleeping beast

the pain it may have caused

remains in the past

with the souls it consumed

. . . or attempted to consume

surely some escaped its grasp

and vowed never to return

for they learned the truth

hidden just beneath the surface

a dormant volcano

is strong and elegant

its charm lives in the mystery

a mystery too far away to hold any real power

its outbursts are just a story now

a riveting tale

told to describe what it may have done

not what it could do

a dormant volcano feels distant

so people move closer

and closer

and closer

old worries fade

guards come down

in a state of slumber

it gives the illusion of safety

the quiet is comforting

hypnotizing

familiar

it's what you think it is until it's not

people forget

a dormant volcano can erupt