She walked away
without casting a glance
at the shattered glass
-ruins of potential
destroyed by disrespect
-her bleeding feet
moved with firm steps
aligned to her spine
the silence of a volcano
reverberated through the corridors
She stepped out
just before the eruption
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Love your beautiful poems.
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Have no idea if you intended it….but I read this “volcano” metaphorically. IE feelings building up inside oneself. The silence projected outward until something spurs the eruption!
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You are absolutely right.
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This really stood out in your poem: “ruins of potential”!
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Glad you struck a chord with it, Dawn! Thanks so much!
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