Examination

Seated on this old wooden chair

With confidence and doubt mixing

All else seems out of my care

The growing tension foreboding

I look down on these gray papers

Their words seem to go on and on

With just little time to savor

I have to answer them alone

The pages do intimidate

With questions familiar and not

Some of them just have to wait

'Til I pass the rest of the lot

Doubt slowly creeps like vines on trees

Growing, tightening each second

Nourished by my own anxiety

Fueled by my plain ignorance

The future looks ever farther

For me who treads along this path

But walk I must and travel faster

For that dream that I long to catch

These gray papers will only reflect

What I am now and not will be

The results will have an effect

But I won't let it define me

There will be countless more of these

Papers of different colors

Trials of different degrees

To prove your own worth to others

But for now, I'll fight this battle

With the best that I could muster

Taking steps that I can handle

To gradually become better

My pencil feels a bit lighter

My mind thinking, my heart beating

The test's time is almost over

But mine is only beginning

Written by Joseph Clefil Suerte