Eruption

Majestic and trusted by those around it
Dormant until
The slightest movement of the Earth’s crust
After which
The simmering
And bubbling
Of the hot liquid
Rising and rising
Almost as if to prove a point
And suddenly, without warning, the violent fluid reached the surface
And the sparks went flying everywhere
As if to say
I EXIST
I EXIST AND YOU’RE ALL IN MY WAY
The glorious bright orange flowed down with venomous purpose
Destroying everything in its way
Destroying all surrounding the erupting beauty
But soon the artistic display was reduced to nothing but cloudy ashes
And the once magnificent volcano stood tired, sorry, blackened and
Alone Alone Alone
Until the pink-hued sky opened up
And cried a downpour to mourn the volcano’s catastrophic ability
But when the grieving mellowed down
The volcano was surprised
At how the ground had twisted and been mounded
In a different
Uncertain
But strangely comforting way
And it felt hope

By Amrita Prasad