My hands grip the steering wheel
as my knuckles turn white
and I clench my jaw.
I'm sorry but you didn't pass.
Didn't pass.
For the second time
Her words pierced through me
like a bullet
ruining me.
For the second time
my heart ripped out of my rib cage
from how hard it was pounding.
For the second time
the panic that settled in my chest
rose up my neck to suffocate me.
My world crumbled
my confidence shattered
and I still can't bring myself
to try again and fly high.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Garden of Words
PoetryIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.
