A storm within, a mind that reels,

A weight so heavy, it almost feels

Like clouds of doubt, dark and dense,

Whisper fears that make no sense.

The ticking clock, a relentless sound,

Each second passed, my heart unbound.

The page ahead, its questions glare,

A battleground, my courage bare.

I studied hard, I know I did,

Yet knowledge hides like a frightened kid.

My hands are cold, my chest feels tight,

The answers blur, evade my sight.

But take a breath, a moment still,

Let calmness bend this rigid will.

For tests are mirrors, nothing more,

Of lessons learned and what’s in store.

The score’s a number, not your name,

Not your worth, nor your aim.

So trust yourself, let worry wane,

The sun will rise despite the rain.

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  1. Wonderful poetry and a truly profound look at tests and the challenges of writing them. Love your great insight that test scores are not one’s worth. Bravo!!

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      Scruffy Dog Ear

      Thank you Suzette!

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  2. Well shared 💛❤️💖

    Blessed and Happy saturday ☀️🇪🇦

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