Tinder box

Bubbling inside me

Is a wellspring of feeling

Akin to a ocean volcano

Vesuvius could erupt at any time

And so on eggshell pieces I walk precariously

Always scared of the monsters that could errupt

From this dudgeon within

If a trigger of that bullet you send

Sets spark to this tinder box inside me

And yet on reflection I see

That the burning up 

May not be the worst of things

That could happen

If then it all turns to ash

Hasn’t liberation somehow come

A way to understand 

What I repressed all along

And so badly needed to find

The meaning of