I was wandering...
this exam defined my future,
Either I will be imprisoned,
at home like a pigeon with
no wings,
Or else to be the best version,
of my proud self.
I was awarded with honours,
A medal of Gold,
which shone like the glistening sun,
on a cloudless bright day.
I felt my smile,
My eyes closed as my smile,
grew bigger and bigger.
Suddenly, A chill ran down,
and felt like Winter,
in the season of Summer.
"Is this a dream?"
My worst fear appeared.
Questioning my self,
like a judge in the court.
© @Paro