Breaking out, Anon

Poem by Anon, Year 8

My skin cracks like ice.
The melt is drip, drip.

Sometimes I feel powered by
A roar of tongues. Often
I sit there and say nothing

Until. I remember
People who've died to let me speak

The ice is gone. Raging.
Racing from my mouth
Like a waterfall.

Flowing back out to sea
Just a drip in the ocean
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