To Toss or Keep

I almost handed it in— that letter with my name at the bottom, typed in a rush, heavy with deadlines and demands I couldn’t carry anymore. I watched the ink dry, wondered, is it time to walk away, or am I giving up on something that hasn’t started yet? But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I folded it, because turning it in meant losing the fight I’m not ready to quit. So I tucked it back into my drawer, and now I sit, wondering if staying is courage or fear.