What I Am

What I am?

Full of rage without a target.

Drop by drop, my cup has filled to the brim,

lava set to erupt from a glass volcano –

or is it more likely to shatter

if I cup it just a little too hard, or let go?

What has been trapped within me

has moved from gentle pleading

to screaming for release.

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