Therapy Bits

I clicked send and waited—
the little wheel spun
like it was thinking about forever.

Inbox quiet.
Outbox crowded with hope.
Error message blinking
as if to say, not today.

I checked the wires of thought:
passwords remembered,
settings nudged,
ports persuaded to open their mouths.

I restarted patience.
I refreshed belief.
I googled the problem
and found a hundred ghosts
who’d been here before.

At last, a small correction—
one checkbox,
one missing certainty—
and the message slipped free,

flying at last
into the unseen distance,
proving that even silence
can be fixed
with enough persistence
and a steady hand.