Molten glass
Bursts forth
Like lava erupting from
The bowels of this earth
Uncontained
Unconstrained
Wanting to simply break free
It has been held within
For too long
Facing a building pressure
Deep within
Churning turmoil seeking a fissure
Deep within
The surface of apparent calm
It had to break free
It had no choice
Holding it
Deep within
Only leads to
A horrific implosion
Bursting forth
With a relieving mystique
It transforms instantly
Into a cold dampness
Across my cheek
Tears of sorrow
Tears of pain
A new tomorrow,
Then…
Tears of laughter
Tears of gratitude, perhaps
Tears…
Never in vain
- Seattle, November 12, 2012
