Marks of Uncertainty

A folded report card, creased at the seam,

slips from my pocket, like a half-broken dream.

Yellowed paper crinkled, the ink fading fast,

marks of my journey, a shadow of past.

A dance with the numbers, a waltz with regret,

a truth that feels heavy, I’d rather forget.

The grades tell a story of struggles, of fear,

a report of my choices, the paths I hold dear.

Yet each little letter, a piece of my soul,

reminds me of moments that made me feel whole.

I gather my strength, let the paper unfold,

and I face the reflections, both bitter and bold.