My eyes get wet and warm.
The letters on the page are blurred.
Stop--This is not the time or place.
I wipe the tears from my face.

Time is up, I have to be done.
I smile and surrender my life.
This means so very much to me.
I can't hold back the anxiety.

I break my pencils;
throw them in the trash;
slam the door behind me.
Only to find out later--
I had passed!

This is what I had worked so hard for!

My eyes get wet and warm.
The grade on the paper is blurred.
Go ahead--this is the time and place.
I watch the tear roll down my face.

Thanks God, I whisper, Thanks.

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