Friday, February 12, 2010

I passed IPPT

A word or adjective I can't find to descript the 'joy', 'happiness' and this intense sense of elevation that drives my eyes to tears.


Anxiety fills
The day before
Cold fingers
A constant syndrome
Relief given
From CC friends
Morning breaks
My mind pauses
School again
Focus is off
Looking repeated
At the non-moving time
Travelling alone
Accompanied by novel
Going mad
Hearing the characters
They speak
In their native english accent
Maju FCC
Arrived at it's door
Queued up
The long standing
Changing room
The quiet solitude
Driving fear
Bring adrenaline
People failing
They didn't even try
Black bar
Just go up
1, 2, 3
I'm still strong
4, 5, 6
I still can go on
7 and 8
There it ends
Down I come
The settling realisation
A tear forms
I quickly walked
Shouted out loud
To the close friends
Sharing this moment
With those I love





IPPT is never going to be the same.

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