Resilience

The aftershock of squealing tires,

A heartbeat dances with fate,

A brush with the abyss,

After the twisted metal.

Beneath the silent stars,

A life frozen in a second,

The road, a merciless storyteller,

Whispering tales of narrow escape.

Metallic fragments scattered like confetti,

Onlookers of a dance with destiny,

The car was a crushed remnant.

Witnesses a miracle.

A story emerges from the wreckage’s embrace.

The breath of a survivor, a symphony of resistance.

Hanging in the air like a persistent tune,

Opposed to the din of a tragedy narrowly missed.

A veritable kaleidoscope of what-ifs and could-have-beens,

Colors the mind with brilliant strokes,

As appreciation flowers in the heart’s garden,

For a life that endures, in spite of everything.

A testament to resilience in every heartbeat.

The survivor leaves, legs left in tact.

Nevertheless, shadows of the moment persist,

A ghostly reminder of the transience of life.

The road retreats in the rearview mirror.

A road forked from fate’s grasp.

As the survivor moves forward,

A phoenix arising from the ashes of asphalt.

On the brink of death, a resurrection,

A second chance carved in every breath.

The survivor becomes a poem come alive.

A testimony to the frailty and resilience of life.