Emily Dickinson

The volcano

Tender music

Discovering together

This is what I deserve

I know it in my gut

Is it too late?

Because that would be a tragedy

Beyond compare

Like a world without her poems.

Imagine.

How many other Emily Dickinsons

Will we never know existed?

What is it that inclines a person

To squelch the life-force of another?

Does it scare them?

Do they think there is not enough life-force to go around?

The pain of it

Is too much to bare

And so instead

We disappear

And then we are like empty shells

What purpose does life have then

But to find ourselves again?