Frustration’s Whisper

 

Frustration’s Whisper

In the silence after my turn,
I replay the moment,
the blank stare,
the heavy pause.

He didn’t like my words, I think,
he didn’t like my proposal,
and I stood frozen—
a river dammed at its source.

Now the answers flood,
too late,
pouring in like rain on dry soil.
I should have said:
This article reviews IBL in EFL writing,
but no new spark within—
while my proposal dares to light
a new fire,
GAI-supported,
innovation alive.

But I spoke none of it.
Silence betrayed me.
Lord, help me—
not to drown in regret,
but to rise in courage.

Let tomorrow’s voice
flow like a river unblocked,
clear, strong, unwavering.
May I learn from this stumble,
and turn hesitation
into eloquence.

For every late awakening
is still a step forward,
and even frustration
is a teacher in disguise.