Hello, I am a sophomore in high school, and I decided to take Creative Writing class to improve my writing skills and explore new techniques. Now that the class is coming to an end, I realize how much I've learned, I've discovered and experimented with various writing styles, such as creative nonfiction (CNF), poetry, and magical realism. These new styles have not only expanded my abilities but also developed my appreciation for writing. I believe these skills will be of value to me in the future, especially since I have a strong interest in English and hope to pursue it further, Perhaps even as an English major one day. This is one of the poems I have written nd it's about when I was young and burned my hand from boiling water.
Young and Naive
Young and naive, a memory etched, long ago,
Young and naive, walking into the kitchen,
Young and naive, a pot of boiling water…On a burning stove,
Young and naive. campfires dancing flames,
Young and naive, the pot hissed angrily, the steam rising as it protested against the heat,
Young and naive, in the kitchen's warmth, a careless hand,
Young and naive, a moment touch, too hot to handle,
Young and naive, a searing pain, a sudden sting,
Young and naive, met the searing heat, couldn’t understand,
Young and naive, a yelp, a tear, a lesson learned,
Young and naive, a blistered, throbbing ring,
Young and naive, a tear from my mother's eyes as she rushes for my hand,
Young and naive, mother cool touch, a soothing balm,
Young and naive, whispers of comfort, keeping calm,
Young and naive, a gentle hug, a loving hand,
Young and naive, a memory that stays,
Young and naive, but in that pain, a strength did grow,
Young and naive, a reminder of what not to do, a lesson to know,
Young and naive, small little fingers, now aware,
Of dangers that lay everywhere,