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?