I got up and get dressed for the day.
It was THE day.
The day where it all begins.
The day that will determine my life,
Change my life,
Forever.
I left my room,
And headed to the dining hall.
I saw my parents at the dining table.
Fear crept into my heart.
Should I have breakfast?
Or should I just leave.
What should I say to my parents?
Will I cry?
I slowly sauntered across the hall way,
Towards them.
They saw me,
And gave me an assuring smile.
I smiled back at them.
We had breakfast,
And I left for my big day.
I got there,
And I saw everyone lining up.
I grabbed my stationeries,
And went straight to my spot.
This was it.
The time has come.
My hands were sweating.
My head was spinning.
My feet were trembling.
I knew it.
This was gonna happen.
Tears trickled down my face.
I promised to sail through this day,
With high resilience.
Though I knew,
I would break out,
In cold sweat.
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The Little Things
PoetryOne shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.
