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The Crash That Never Happened: A Brush With Fate

A moment of speed, a sudden swerve, and the silent turning point that changed everything.

By General gyanPublished 5 months ago 1 min read

The Crash That Never Happened

Tires screamed on the empty road,

Night wind whipping through half-open windows.

A heartbeat chased the headlights,

wild, reckless, unstoppable—

Until that shimmer in the distance.

Metal tensed, rubber willed itself to grip,

the world slowed into a silent gasp.

A swerve—sharp, sudden, desperate—

and fate loosened its iron grip

just long enough to let me breathe.

No crash.

No flame.

Just the echo of what could have been.

Somewhere in that near collision

I found the fragility of being alive.

And as the car steadied into the dark,

I caught my reflection in the mirror—

eyes wide with the truth:

Sometimes survival isn't loud,

it’s a whisper in the night

when nothing shatters

and everything changes anyway.

Tags:

life

near miss

poetry

self reflection

fate

accident

awakening

life lessons

anxiety

midnight thoughts

love poems

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General gyan

"General Gyan shares relationship tips, AI insights, and amazing facts—bringing you knowledge that’s smart, fun, and inspiring for curious minds everywhere."

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