Poem

What feels good, also hurts.

I smile when I cry.

I have so much love inside of me.

Traumas buried it deep.

So deep, I take it for granted when I am unable to recognize the parts that ooze out.

My chemistry is percolating like a volcano that's about to erupt.

I must be careful.

Sparks are flying.

For now, the embers fly aimlessly, burning out, not knowing where to land.

I'm riding, striving and maybe even hiding for what may still burn.