Volcano!

Have you ever carried a volcano
Right in the centre of your chest?
No, not fire, a volcano which is
Jumping, burning, killing
But like a true sadist not exploding.

Have you ever carried a volcano,
Which makes you feel so powerful
That you forget to be and believe
In peace, ease, sleep and calm
For it has made you used to the burn.

Have you ever carried a volcano,
And prayed, with your eyes closed,
Wanting it to explode so that it’s out
And you are free,
Irrespective of how painful it’s going to be?