CHRISTIAN HOPE

Imagine a gem hidden within a cluttered drawer, surrounded by the forgotten scraps of time and intention. This gem is the unwritten letter, a message that holds the weight of unspoken thoughts and feelings, yet remains imprisoned in the silence of my mind, I catch glimpses of it, sparkling brightly whenever I ponder reaching out, yet something always pulls me back.

Like a ship sailing aimlessly in a fog, I navigate a sea of hesitation. I can see the shores of connection-the warmth of conversation, the embrace of understanding- but the mist of procrastination clouds my vision. Each day, I tell myself tomorrow will be the day I set sail, but as the sun sets and rises, the letter remains unwritten.

The ink in my pen sits dry, like a river awaiting the rain, yearning to flow but held hostage by uncertainty. I wonder if the recipient even notices the absence, or if my silence is just another whisper lost in the wind. In this dance of’ what ifs’ and ‘maybes, ‘ the unwritten letter remains a bittersweet promise, waiting for the moment I finally gather the courage to set it free.