November 29, 2010
By Anele BRONZE, Redding, California
Anele BRONZE, Redding, California
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My fingers curl,

And curl again
As the feeling of
Trembling nerves
Shivers up my body
From feet
To legs
To chest
To arms
To hands.
I feel the power,
The need,
To do something –
Though I don’t know
What that something is,
I know,
I feel it in my bones,
That it’s the right thing.
It is
My passion –
Whatever it may be –
It is what makes me

A smile curves
My lips,
An expanding bubble
Rises in my chest
And pushes my voice
Into words
And into a powerful
That I need to use
To get to the place
Where I know I need to be.
My hands ache
With the need to write,
My chest is full
Of passion
And I can’t keep still.

The author's comments:
It was one of those days, where I was sitting at my computer and, with no initial warning, I suddenly burst out to my mom - "I wanna be a freaking *makes random, erratic hand movement to try and convey feeling* AUTHOR!!". She laughed and said to be one. So, start with one poem among many, many others that got picked anonymously (out of Me, Myself, and I) and enter it into TeenInk, and I've got myself another thing to worry about.

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