Little droplets, such fear. Accumulates, congugates and consumes me whole.

I'm entirely scared for tomorrow's psc interview.
I know I don't have the best of grades, or the best of CCa records.
But I am who I am, and I ain't about to act like someone else.
So I'm going to enter the room, act like how I always do, and pray really hard.
Some people want to serve in the public sector, others are merely using the scholarship platform.
And I know which type I am.
So if the board doesn't believe in me or my purpose,
          there ain't a thing I can do.
But trust me, I can bring changes, changes I envision and initiatives I illustrate in my mind.
I know I ain't the most outstanding of candidates,
          but I have a purpose.
And it isn't all about me-
          Now, how many of us can say that out loud and feel no guilt.
I can.

I touch the sky, but the clouds parted.
I thought the best is over, till I saw the sun.
What warm rays of light, what powerful bearer of hope.
And I told myself,
          life is beautiful, if only the clouds part.

Bless me.