submission.

Crossing my fingers. Holding my breath.

This is the moment I will not forget.

Pushing towards what I want and must have.

I am doing this for me on my own behalf.

The angst and the frustration seeping throughout.

I just want to scream, to cry, and to shout.

When will this be over, complete, a thing of the past?

From the stress that this is causing, I fear I wont last.

Deep down I know I can get there, I will and I must.

My faith is fostered in my abilities, which I trust.

Once my words are submitted, onto someone else's desk it will land.
It is no longer in my power, it is out of my hands.
This is my moment, my moment to shine.
A moment that sends shivers up and back down my spine.
I will sit and I will wait. I will hope and I'll plea,
that from all of the others, they must pick, they will choose me.