My stomach is filled with butterflies.
My hands are shaking in fear.
Slowly, I click on the button
Knowing the answer is near.
I hold my breath
And stare at my score.
There is the answer.
I have to wait no more.
It is not perfect.
I want to cry,
But that’s when I ask myself . . .
Why?
It’s not a 100,
But an A nevertheless.
I worked hard,
And I did my best
The Earth will keep turning.
There’s no need to fear . . .
I’m still going to cry.
Just not now, not here.