I Am Owed Nothing

by Joanna

The level of high watermark has reached it’s peak
This fount of lava has begun it’s ascent
The billowing cloud of magma
Brazen, and unforgiving
Fills to the brim
The cavern of earth

When I am impassioned
and open
My insides expand
that hollow space

Pressure has been
built to it’s breaking point
Now soon we too
Will feel the early demise
Of the flower in fire’s path
A restructuring
If you will
Now soon
We will feel the clouds
of ash and soot
Remnants of a feverous burst
Winter shall some
But the clouds will part