The Exact Surrender to a Teacher

Fri, 05/17/2019 - 10:01 -- arc

 

My hearts pounding,

 

Armpits sweating,

 

Altogether dreading,

 

The incoming test.

 

 

The test deciding…

 

one by one

 

Whose better or whose best?

 

 

Why me?

 

Why now?

 

Why… anyhow?

 

 

The time is near!

 

The test is here!

 

My impending doom is clear.

 

 

It seems to appear,

 

I am hardly anywhere near

 

to passing that test.

 

 

Much less, 

 

Beating the rest.

 

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Me
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