The Volcano Within Us.Anger,It’s like a volcanoThat’s inside each and every one of us.It bubbles and gurgles,Waiting to explode, wanting to explode.But you won’t let it.You’re not ready for the aftermath.Then…Boom!It happens.Someone has let the lava lose.Something has let the lava out.Soon it starts to flow through the valley,Damaging and hurting everything in its way.All that’s left when it’s done,Is the clean-up.
An Ode To Rain.Droplets of wet rainPouring from the sky todayPlease, please go away.
Comforting Sounds.Trains are filled with comforting sounds. As you wait and as you go there are sounds everywhere. The thing about the sounds on trains is that they bring some type of peace with them. Like the sound their whistles make as they chug along on their tracks through valleys, passing from city to city. Or the sound of the conductor saying the stops through the intercom. Another great thing about trains is that you can be anyone or anything you want. I like to pretend from time to time that instead of being me- Lorraine Founders- somewhat poor girl trying to make her way through life, I'm a rich diplomat who knows exactly where I'm going and when.I'm thinking about this all as I sit on the train, looking out my window at the night sky. It's been a long day for me, and with not that much success. I'm a cashier by day and a cellist by night, never have really given up my dream of being a well known musician. A few seats away from me, a woman is trying to calm her baby who has been crying from t