those who observed me while i was dormant
marveled at my majesty
unaware of the volatility that i barely kept contained
i was roped off, labeled with a tidy wooden sign that told me and others
what i was
a stoic monument and stable mountain
while at my core i seethed, i did my best to be what i needed to be in order to be witnessed
inevitably i erupted, frightening the gathered onlookers with a blazing rain of lava and a suffocating cloud of ash
the sky grew dark and it felt like the end of the world
but i needed to scream and i didn't mean to hurt anyone
i've had far fewer visitors since that day
i was fenced off, labeled with a rusting metal sign that told me and others what i was
a volcanic monster and volatile menace
i wonder
as i quietly crumble into the sea
if i will be remembered by humanity
and if so
will it be as the mountain
or the monster?
in the end
i think i would prefer to be forgotten