Confession (Exam Tension)

Confession (Exam Tension) (14th January, 2009, 10.18am)

In my hand, I hold no stamp of greatness,
Just my purple marking pen;
I sit in the exam room, nervous for them,
Scribbling down words that keep me calm,
My brain a livewire, charged with their tension;
Drama, poetry, confusion, a brief attempt…
In my words, no echoes of great literature,
Just a simple honesty carved
From the light of my limited experience,
Passing on the truth I found to you and them,
My brain a desperado, scratching at paper;
Metaphor, symbol, the usual, a mimicry…
Beneath my hand, purple lines of inconsequence
Spill out across the page of optimism and pretence.