“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, May 20, 2019

The MS Journey




Slow-burn lava streams
simmer and flow underground,
wanting to erupt.

Flares surface when freed,
minor to significant,
still devastating.

Scarring recovery
works slowly or not at all,
with no guarantees.

Lives build atop threats,
smoldering, latent, hidden,
destabilizing.

Lurking opponents
testing one’s resilience
exhaust energy.

Even when accessed,
resistance and defiance
may fail in the end.

Hope ever lingers,
detecting new crevices
in which to survive.

2 comments:

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Photo credit:
By Ekrem Canli - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=61637790

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

This poem was inspired by a NOVA special about volcanoes in Hawaii. As they were describing the process, I thought, that describes the MS process. Hence, the poem.

https://www.pbshawaii.org/tag/kilauea-volcano/