The Test

Crying

Filling the air
with what I’d
been hiding

Ah, tears
let’s be fair

we both knew it was

going to happen

There is no prison
like self-reflection

looks like
more
gritting teeth
in a room by myself

looks like
more days
locked into a focus
where nothing helps

looks like
my life
is back
on the broken shelf

I took the test

I failed