Cauldron

I am lonely
and often walking the edge
of fear that lives
and breaths within.
I have become weary of the fight
to hide away my pain.
Like a rolling
boiling
cauldron of agony
it bubbles to the surface
and the scalding memories
burn though my mind.
May I have one deep breath
one silent moment
where the pain
doesn't blind the hope
still floating along the edges