M. Raddhika
The moment I read the hurtlful line,
I felt my blood begin to boil.
I was ready to answer with turmoil.
With my fingers racing across the keys.
Then, I read the message I’d typed in rage,
They felt too angry and far too strong.
So, I paused a moment, took a deep breath,
Letting my anger fade into a calm.
When I sat and thought in silence,
Reality stuck me in a flash:
‘If I send it, wouldn’t it break a bond,
And push a relationship aside’.
So, Why can’t I simply let it go,
Forgive, forget, and rise above?
And so it rests, unsent and unseen,
An angry message sealed in my phone.
M. Raddhika
Freelance content writer
Creative Writers,
Sivakasi, Tamil Nadu
India
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