Volcanic
I was born
Jaw set tight
And fists raised.
I had this fire
In my eyes and soul
And I burned everything I touched
One day I went dark
Maybe because of my size
Or strength
Or maybe because flame is easily snuffed by the churning water
I threw myself into.
But at some point
Admist an ocean
My body again became a hearth
And I burn quietly
Heat simmering
Until the plates shift
And I explode
All magma and fire
All smoke and ash
And then you will see
Someone like me
Is never really dormant
