The car—
at the door.
Headlights breathing.
Suitcase— packed,
swollen with departure.
Her hand—
on the knob.
Not turning.
Not yet.
Fear— unnamed,
a shadow without face,
presses against her ribs.
She almost— steps.
She almost— goes.
But the pivot—
fractures.
The moment— slips.
The car hums away,
its promise dissolving into night.
She stays.
Rooted. Silent.
Bound not by chains,
but by the ghost of a choice
never made.
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this is just wonderful Reena! 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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I absolutely feel the tension in this piece. It brings the moments to life.
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The pauses do the trick here. Sometimes I feel our actions are just a series of pauses interspersed by implementation of some thoughts
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Makes sense.
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Love it, every difficult decision made, and you wrote it perfectly.
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Thanks, Diana!
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What a beautifully crafted and emotionally charged piece. The spare lines, the quiet tension, and the deliberate pauses turn each moment into something cinematic and deeply human. The imagery—the car waiting, headlights “breathing,” the hand on the knob—captures that fragile space between leaving and staying, courage and fear, choice and paralysis.
The poem’s power lies in what is not said, in the ache of the decision that never fully forms. “Bound not by chains,
but by the ghost of a choice never made” is especially haunting—gentle, truthful, and universally relatable.
A stunning reflection on hesitation, inner conflict, and the weight of silence. Beautifully done.
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Thank you!
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