“The Unsent Message”

 

“The Unsent Message”

I remember that moment—
told to meet her in private,
time waiting politely,
but my mind crashed,
my fingers froze,
no message sent,
no appointment made,
silence stretching
until now.

I am very stupid, I said,
laughing bitterly at myself,
forgetting how to breathe
between courage and a calendar.

And then it happens again—
he asks for a private meeting,
the door half open,
and I—stupid again—
no message,
no private appointment,
just holy moly
echoing in my head.

What is happening to me?
God,
please help me.

Make me kind,
not only in intention.
Make me diligent,
brave enough to begin.
Make me disciplined,
strong enough to press send.

Please don’t let them hate me—
because truly,
I am not careless,
only late
in learning responsibility.

Today,
I stand before the screen,
typing my future with shaking hands,
finally knowing this:
courage can be simple—
one message,
one appointment,
one small step
finally sent.