'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

Colleg debt II

My eyes wander,
Having no where to look
My legs feeble,
Having nowhere to run.
My chest pounds,
Faster than the seconds invisibly ticking on my impending humiliation.
My hands are locked together,
Wishing this dilemma won't consume my spark.

But

The cool air coming through the blades of my ceiling fan whispers, amidst the panic;
"This will be over soon"
This is another feat to conquer,
Another storm to survive,
Another story to write about.
Except this kind,
Will the the first and the last.