Passion has lain dormant in me for a while.
Now it begins to rise up again
like water from a steaming, bubbling geyser,
or scorching lava in the volcano
of my heart and soul,
raining down fiery destruction
upon all it touches
and leaving me desolate
after all the smoke has cleared.
Some of the rumblings turn out to be harmless.
I try my best to prepare for the threat.
But how much longer will it be
before the unstoppable flow comes rushing forth
and I am consumed again?