The Exam

A confrontation n myself about the nature of selfhood and identity.

I took a peak of the paper,
the answer sheet for the exam,
and it broke my heart - that traitor!
for I couldn't give what I have.

My sheet was as thin as wafer,
as thick as the fleece of lamb.

Of course, I was searching for the answers
to the question of who
I am.

A predefined essence -
As lit from the stars' luminescence,
a space carved for my unique presence,
is what I'm asking
for which, in essence, is senseless!

That I deny myself choice,
In fear of my voice;
That I am somehow safer,
demanding answers from a
blank sheet of paper,
for an exam with no
marks to score.

Author's Note

Do you get what I'm trying to say, are any bits clunky or obscure. Did you actually enjoy it? Do you want me to check your work out! Will put in effort for those who do the same.

Reviews

[Stephen Tafoya]

A spot on example of modern poetry, very beautiful to the ears.