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When the Road Turns Without Warning.

A poetic journey through life’s unexpected twis.

By Sayeba khanPublished 2 months ago 2 min read

When the Road Turns Without Warning”

Life rarely knocks before it enters.

Sometimes it walks in softly, like a breeze slipping through an open window.

Other times, it crashes through the door with storms you never invited.

But either way, it arrives—

unexpected, unannounced, unforgettable.

There was once a traveler who thought he knew the map of his days.

He woke each morning certain of the direction his feet would take,

believing the sun would rise exactly where it always had,

that the sky would keep its promises

and the wind would follow the rules.

But one dawn, the path beneath him shifted.

Not suddenly—

just enough for him to notice the ground felt unfamiliar.

The trees whispered to him,

“Do not fear the road you do not recognize.

Sometimes the best chapters start

when you’re forced to turn the page.”

At first, he resisted.

Humans often do.

We cling to the comfortable,

even when it no longer grows us.

But life—

life is a patient teacher.

When we do not move, it moves us instead.

So the traveler walked.

He walked over stones that tested him,

through shadows that questioned him,

past mirrors made of moments he wished he could forget.

And each step asked him quietly,

“Are you willing to change?”

There were nights he almost stopped.

Nights when the darkness felt heavier than his breath.

But every dawn brought a small gift—

a warm ray on his shoulder,

a new color in the sky,

a tiny reminder that even uncertainty holds beauty.

One evening, as the sun melted into gold,

he reached a hill he had never seen before.

And when he climbed it,

he realized the road had not betrayed him—

it had transformed him.

From the top, he could see his past winding behind him

like a river that survived its storms.

And ahead, a horizon wide enough to fit every dream

he once believed was too big.

Then he understood:

Life’s unexpected turns are not detours,

but invitations—

to become someone braver,

someone deeper,

someone new.

And with that truth resting softly in his chest,

the traveler smiled at the unknown

and kept walking.

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About the Creator

Sayeba khan

Writing my soul, one poem at a time.✍️🕊️

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