Rebellion is never planned, just like a volcano issues no warnings or threats. It just erupts when the heat gets unbearable.
No whisper warns, no tremor speaks
but molten rage begins to leak
If there is no apparent provocation, there is a deep, unseen, unheard resentment seeking expression.
The fire within, long held at bay,
now claws its path, demands its say.
It does not ask, it does not plead,
It bursts forth raw, a primal need.
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That last line sums it up beautifully. Well done, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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So good Reena, it conveys the complexity of human emotion, particularly how internal conflicts can brew silently until they demand to be acknowledged 🙌
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The problem arises when it erupts in a different form, unrelated to the actual issue.
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Volcano is a wonderful metaphor for “deep, unseen resentment.” A powerful poem!
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Thank you so much, Balroop!
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Oooh, very strong – just furious!
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Thanks! ☢️
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This is great. We both were drawn to the rage and fury. Interesting!
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Thank you, Tina! 💯🙌
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Such a powerful write Reena. Very evocative. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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