I'd love feedback if anyone is up for giving it. Good or bad. 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