exam results

 Potential

Holding the envelope, sealed, 

name on front

Results...

Heart thuds, shaking everything through, breathing, movement, soul

damp hands

mark the paper,

tear, open

where's that results page ?

reach inside.....

draw it out into the light

Pavlovian, hands get damper,

eyes unfocused, 

tunnel vision

'My name'

Scores

the ups and downs reading through them, some better

some worse

than expected

and then

its over

screeching, dancing, back slapping

hud friends, family

time for a celebration

before....the next step

university, travel, work

whew !!

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