The Test

She worked so hard
She wrote her name
with a pencil.
as time progressed, it withered away.
Little did she know that
it was merely a test
she was working for.
An experiment for the real thing
She thought this was it.
Actually fell hard for it.
Fooled by the enemy lust.
Signs of lying, jealousy and betrayal
told her all.
But didn’t want to believe a word.
Forced herself not to.
Stubbornness covered it all.
Thought she could fix it all.
But how do you fix something
that is broken all over?
Didn’t last cause the signs,
just like the wind, were too powerful.
It broke the lid and shouted through her ears
that it was time to end the test
and hand it over to another taker.
It was loving and pleasing to the eye.
It was long and stressful to the heart.
No one passes or fails
But someone is compatible enough
for the opponent
Someone out there will write their name
and it will remain there
with a permanent marker.
Just not her.
The truth hurts so it cuts so deep,
penetrated her heart through.
As she entered a new era in her life
Things change, places change, feelings change.
Someone walks by with color,
amongst the black and white people of the city,
catches her glimpse
and she remembers the day she
walked in the test room for the first time.
This one feels strong, wide and big.
Maybe I can stamp my name on this one.
Or maybe it’s another pencil test, who knows?
Up above, he determines.
She can’t erase what’s already taken place
so she looks ahead towards the horizon.