Lava Adrenaline

I'm sleeping in a comfortable slumber  
wrapped tight in my silk comforter.  
I feel my heart pound and begin  
to race and I know    
she just shot me up again    
with Lava Adrenaline.  
My muse is here.  
Uninvited.  
At the worse time.  
But it makes no difference.  
My brain has now morphed  
into a floating mass of volcanic activity.  
Waiting to be spelled, arranged,  
erased, and replaced with this burst  
of molten activity.  
I feel it course down my neck    
through my veins.  
It swirls around my bones towards  
the tips of my fingers..  
Until I am compelled to pick up a pen  
thanks to Lava Adrenaline.  
I am no longer a wife or mom.  
I am a minute and an eternity.  
I am love, sadness, and hate, happiness.  
I am a blue sky.  
A faded purple sunset.  
I am life and death at different stages  
writing on an ocean of blue pages.  
My ghost of a muse whispers    
to me.    
"I know you hate my timing  
but you're almost finished.  
And you will see.  
These words were meant to be.  
These words will take you places."  
And she was right    
cause here I am.  
World stage poetry slam.  
So when your muse hits    
you don't hate the timing  
or complain.  
Because this is the power  
of Lava Adrenaline.