Last
Last
A word that in most situations, is just sad.
As I packed my bag, I heard someone say "it's our last day" in school.
Sent chills down my spine, fear gripped my heart; I didn't know what was coming for me.
The school walls wouldn't protect me anymore.
I ran the race, against time, as I completed the painting,
For the competition, I could see my competitors packing up,
At last I was done. As I walked back after submitting it,
All I prayed was "Let's hope I'm not the last".
Irony was defined when I came second.
I sat there watching TV, binge watching shows,
My eyes had begun to hurt. Just a little though.
After all it was 2 am in the morning, and I was watching thrillers like it was the end of the world.
As I clicked play on the 6th movie, I told myself "One last one."
The alarm rang for the 6th time, I was late.
I could hear my mother shouting at me to wake up,
Amidst all the hustle in kitchen, like the mixer's noise,
And the sound of good food cooking on the stove.
I told her "Last 5 minutes",
As I prepared myself for a solid half an hour's nap.
It's the same word I was scared somebody would tell me,
It seemed like the perfect weapon to crack me.
"You're last" I would imagine that person telling me.
This word is a reason for the under confident to shy away, like it's alright.
Only recently did I realise,
This word also sounds like sweet treats of success.
"At last you've outdone yourself"
"At last you've come out of your shell"
I build on these thoughts, brush off the older ones and tell myself
"At last I've conquered the world."