I’m going a bit insane here. My licensure exam is in four days from the time I write this and though life has gotten much better since I moved back home about six months ago, I feel as though if I fail this exam… I feel that if I pass it, I can say this half a year of moping and, frankly, recovering from the time away were worth something. If I fail… that just confirms my fears that I’m a waste of space and ultimately a burden on my family.
It’s unbelievable how much support I’ve gained in those five years. My life and myself changed drastically and (mostly) for the better. I have some amazing people behind me, but recently, I’ve been thinking about the first friend who believed in me. I call him AJ on this blog. He was my first and best mentor, in the truest sense of the word. I meant to pay tribute to him in my previous post, but got a bit off topic. He told me to never stop sharing my poetry, so here you go… for AJ.
Guide me Away from Here
December 22, 2019
2:48 AM
Papers, pens, and practice.
I’d rather toss some dice,
but a friend told me twice
(at least), “We aren’t mice.
Work past your vice
and cut yourself off a slice
of success. Being nice
is for the lice.
You are wise.
Youth only a guise.
So, pick a bigger fight!
Someone your size,
now that would be a sight.”
He is right.
Yet, on this height
lays my kite
string binding me tight.