on the surface, she remains stately and calm
like a seascape that
hides its storms
deep beneath
reflecting an image of peace
she does not really feel
she seems so solid
so self assured yet
like volcanic lava
sways with heated
liquid
she dares not release
home again in a city
where all this churned
up
and from which she fled
does not still feel
the stirring heat beneath even now
even after others proclaim
her dilemma not so much a cure
as a suspended
sentence
where she can keep it all contained
just a bit longer
where she might find time
to better contain it
does she still feel
it's rumblings
that threat of eruption
the urge to return to what
drove her for help in the first place
all this out of sight
for t
hose of us who see her
the invisible turmoil
she deals with day in and day out
especially during the
dark times
when she is almost always alone
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