Condensation

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Like a pot boiled,

The convection starts to shake

Which twitches and rumbles through my hands.

Emotions long suffocated, grasping their way

With new found energy to the surface

The pots convection threatens the emotions downward

Suffocating them.

Hoping,

They will return from the abyss from which they grew

But this only causes more energy

as it shakes and trembles through

Until

Little bursts of steam escape, and condense along the edges

Rolling past my cheeks

The released latent heat cools 

The pot calms,

And I’m only left with the bittersweet symphony;

A memoir of these emotions I seldom admit are so near to my soul