volcano in my soul

its always there

just below the surface

even when I don’t want it too

it bubbles up

waiting

even if the ground is solid

cool and strong

no matter how i try to temper it

followed by guilt

its there

failure to control

a failure to change

i said to myself

“You’re better than this”

and yet…

there it is

a genetic structure i can’t undo

no matter how hard I try

no matter what mask I put on

its always there

for a crack

a chance to burst up

to explode

a volcano in my soul

One Day

he hated when my belt pushed against him in the womb 
and then one day he was grown

he screamed so loud when he was born he went to the NICU
and then one day he was grown

he refused bottles at daycare because he wanted me to nurse
and then one day he was grown

he learned to walk and rawr
in the same week
and then one day he was grown

he scrapped both knees
called his bandaids stickers
and then one day he was grown

he fell asleep after five minutes in the car but wouldn’t sleep in his crib
and then one day he was grown

he was obsessed with dinosaurs and Paw Patrol
and then one day he was grown

he was so brave on his first day of school while I bawled
and then one day he was grown

he is thirsty for knowledge when it’s something he loves
and then one day he’ll be grown

he is so wild and exhausting and full of life
and then one day he’ll be grown

he still needs me to sit with him at night when he gets scared
and then one day he’ll be grown

he still says he loves me every once in a blue moon
and then one day he’ll be grown.