By : Aemieinks
The honor roll, a gilded cage,
A list of names, a pressure to engage.
Her heart races, a nervous beat,
Will she be there, or face defeat?
Each test a battle, a fight for her pride,
To earn a place, where she can reside.
The fear of failure, a constant dread,
To be left behind, a life unled.
But honor lies not in a printed name,
But in the effort, the striving flame.
Her worth is not measured, by a list so small,
She's more than a number, standing tall.
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Poems from the heart
Poetry" if a writer falls inlove with you, you can never die." - A short poem collection by yours truly. Disclaimer : I'm really not that good at poetry so please bare with me. You may also encounter typographical and grammatical errors.
