11th December 2016

Prompt-'Write a poem from the perspective of your 15-year-old self'

Hours spent cramming the brain with theories and equations.

Constant reminders of this being  a turning point, some gentle some not so.

Nothing much to look forward to except for tiring days

And then in a blur the finals were over.

Time of intense anticipation
yet, mind was light as a feather.

Evenings spent with friends
and nights full of reading marathons

A summer that would never be forgotten

For it bore the sweet fruit of success.