Burning Inside

8th grade Poetry

Boiling, bubbling, blistering water

inside me getting hotter and hotter.

Spreading, seeping, steaming heat

praying for my heart to beat.


Swirling around the tiny pot

are my thoughts I thought I forgot.

But now these thoughts need a release 

from the little kettle burning inside of me.   


My pulse now racing,

my body still shaking,

I can’t let these feelings show,

but now I know they need to go.


Then comes a whistle

like a man or a missile. 

Finally out of the tiny spout 

are the feelings that had to get out.   

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