The Crash That Never Happened: A Brush With Fate
A moment of speed, a sudden swerve, and the silent turning point that changed everything.

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
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