I dropped to the floor after
The drumbeat in my chest echoing from the crescendo
Badum, badum, small words on a screen
Pass
I was shaking so much
From nerves or a too cold room
I took my body to a hot shower
And collapsed under a heated blanket
For work in the afternoon
But I passed
Hours of feeling like I was failing
And wondering what I would do
After the one thing in my life I’ve tried to control
Spiraled out of my hands
But — blink back and it’s in my hands
Three months of work for something
After all
With Love,
Natalie