Here is a poem for y’all:
The room feels small, the clock feels loud,
your thoughts get tangled, sharp, and proud.
A stack of notes, a glowing screen
too much, too fast, too in between.
But breathe in slow and count to four,
let that pressure drop a little more.
You’re not a storm you have to tame,
you’re not defined by an exam.
These tests don’t measure all you are,
not how you think, or dream, or spar
with doubts that whisper, “You’re behind”
they don’t see strength inside your mind.
You’ve studied more than you can see,
in late night hours quietly.
In every page you tried to learn,
there’s progress that you’ve already earned.
So if your hands begin to shake,
and every answer feels like break
pause. Reset. Let tension fade.
One question at a time gets made.
You don’t need perfect, just your best,
and then you let your mind take rest.
This moment passes, like all do
and there’s a life beyond this too.
So go on steady, not in fear.
You’ve done the work to get you here.
And even if the nerves don’t cease
you’re still enough. You’re still at peace.