This night is hot and stuffyAnd fraught with anxiety.
My heart hurts,
I am a failure.
It's a difficult thing to face;
Your own failings.
And now:
Accept it.
This life you have envisioned-
It is not definite
There are always more things to do,
Places to see
And nothing is easy.
You have to go through difficult times
Because things are not
Some film or play or story
You are forging yourself.
Dedicate yourself to the right decisions,
Be brave.
Tomorrow is one moment,
A moment that will decide whether you
Get to be a University English Literature student
Or not.
But that moment will pass
And then you will continue,
Whatever the consequences.
Be brave.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}