The Result

Gloom shrouds me. I am nervous. My heartbeat is quickened. A final hurdle lies ahead of me.

One final time, I await the outcome. I get the call. The voice is calm. A smile appears. I have cleared. I sigh, relief transparent on my face.

I kneel, and look to the heavens.

Thank you, God.

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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