The Volcano
Sometimes
I am tired
of
feeling the inferno
bubbling
up inside
loud
noises
deafening
my ears
from
the explosions
of
lava crashing
silent
venomous words awakening
violently
shaking my core
red
hot molten lava
running,
running
down
the mountainside
there
is no escaping
the
heat from the fire
so
orange and so red
the
silent screams
the
insanity in my mind
turning
into tears
pouring
from my eyes
burning
my face
ready
to explode
from
the inside
to
the outside
The Table
In The Clouds
My
children know
there
is a God
but
don’t know yet
they
have their own God
up
in the skies
keeping
them safe
over
these years
from
the world
and
chaos of man
they
have survived
somehow,
someway
because
of your angels
the
wings of heavens
now
an embrace
to
their innocent dreams
thoughts
their young eyes
see
things my old mind
has
long forgotten
but
I am still thirsty
for
the sweet nectar
that
pours from the cup
of
the Gods in the sky
I
am still hungry
to
feast on lasting faith
at
the table in the clouds
from
which the Gods
have
the perfect food
to
feed the mouths
of
my babes
The Silent Intruder
Sneaking
around
Time
and time again
Looking
for an open window
Unlocked
front door perhaps
Any
loose crevice or corner
The
silent intruder will find it
And
strike once again
With
never any remorse
Anytime
of the day or night
The
unwelcome guest
Invades
my personal space
When
I least expect it
Meddling
in my mind
Bringing
unwanted thoughts
This
thief steals my happiness
As
these lapses of sanity
Become
greater and greater
Panic
sets in and I want to fight
But
there is just one problem
I
have never been a fighter
As
I wipe the tears away
My
heart is pumping
The
terror of being trapped
Alone
with this anxiety
is
too much to think about
Tangled
in this tunnel vision
I
must find a way back to sanity
Map to Motherhood
Traveling
on a good solid trail
until
a bump in the way
led
me to a dangerous detour
of
winding twists and turns
the
route becoming more rocky
I
never saw the speed limit sign
warning
me to slowdown
as
I continued speeding ahead
never
realizing I was lost and alone
even
when I came to the crossroads
I
still disappeared into the shadows
where
the thunderstorms washed away
any
chance of finding the way back home again
I
stopped looking over my shoulder
as
my dreams disappeared into grey skies
along
with the compass
and
my sense of direction
all
hope seemed lost
until
one day
A
miracle happened
There
was a ray of hope
a
small ray of sunlight beamed onto my path
I
felt it and I followed it
a
heartbeat that was felt long
before
his heart began to beat
he
brought me somewhere out of nowhere
breaking
into old lost forgotten dreams
In
a universal moment
I
was dancing in a different direction
Towards
tomorrow’s bright promise
the
compass that carved a new path
he
was the map that led me to mother hood
The
son I would come to know as my Milagro
Meeting Myself
I
spent a lifetime
running
from myself
only
to find everywhere
I
went there I was
until
one day I realized
that
the one thing
I
was looking for
was
the one thing
I
was running from
my
shoes were worn
and
my feet so weary
I
was so tired of running
and
I think somehow
God
made me realize
that
I had ran long enough
I
stopped in my tracks
and
came face to face with myself
I
had no fear when I looked in the mirror
There
was actually a beautiful woman
I
knew very little about
spending
so much time
latching
onto exterior items
there
never was any time
spent
on the interior side
of
the walls of my heart
I
never had my own interests
nor
knew what kind of things
that
make me tick inside
allowing
the light
to
pour into my heart
dispelled
the darkness
the
secrets and the shadows
that
kept me hiding in fear
seeing
myself in the sunlight
allowed
me to stop and sit
on
a bench to take a break
I
paused and I prayed
becoming
mindful
that
on that very day
I
realized for me
to
get to know myself
I
realized I should be
walking
not running
in
this world around me
Jennifer
Carr
Jennifer Carr lives in Santa Fe, New
Mexico with her partner and two children. She is an EMT, Firefighter and Poet.
When she is not working at the local hospital or firehouse, she spends way too
much time reading and writing poetry. Her poetry has been published in print by
Triumph House Poetry With a Purpose and in many anthologies. Her poetry has
been published on-line most recently in the Organic Journal ‘Under the Basho’
in the Modern Haiku section. Jennifer loves flying by her own wings and looks
for any opportunity to soar to new heights. Don’t forget to follow her on
Twitter @PoetryHaiku13 (https://twitter.com/Poetryhaiku13). Jennifer can be
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