I hear the beat of my volcanic heart
drowning my ears with songs of unchecked needs,
blisters on my hands from holding it back
as white hot retinas burn from inside out.
The fiery flood of lava in my veins
races to the seams of self-stitched wounds,
a threatened overflow lights up my skin
illuminating each and every scar.
But hark at halcyons high within the skies
settling tides on stormy seas,
they whisper of reprieve to soothe my soul,
“it gets better”.