Eruption Poem by Denice Woods

Sometimes I'm like a volcano,
My anger lies dormant..
Just waiting to erupt.
It only takes for the wind to blow the wrong way
And the volcano shakes,
Awakening,
And in an unfortunate series of events,
Erupting.
The venomous words of pent up anger and frustration
Flow out like molten lava,
Incinerating and destroying everything in its path.
The ashes fall to the ground
In the aftermath.
I am in pain.
How can something emotional cause physical pain?
There are times where the volcano shakes violently,
Pretending to erupt
Yet no sound comes out.
All the screaming and vengence holds itself trapped inside
and the volcano once dormant and useless,
Remains in solitude.
Sometimes I want someone to hurt
Like I hurt,
To feel the pressure inside me
The volcano shaking with so much pent up inside
To burn like I burn.
So from time to time I erupt.
But I am just a mere person,
Secretly wishing that someone would hold me
And tell me everything will be ok.