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  • " What If I Had Waited? " By Jacky Kapadia

    What if I had waited at that turning of the day,
    When doubt stood still and hope had quietly slipped away?
    Would time have whispered secrets I was meant to hear,
    Or left me lost between regret and silent fear?

    What if I had lingered where my courage chose to run,
    Held onto fading light instead of chasing sun?
    Perhaps the roads unknown would gently call my name,
    Or burn my dreams in echoes I could never tame.

    What if I had trusted in the pause, the space between,
    Where unseen truths and fragile faith remain unseen?
    Would patience plant the seeds that haste could never grow,
    Or teach me truths my restless heart refused to know?

    What if I had waited—would I rise or fall apart?
    Would time be kind, or carve its questions in my heart?
    Yet here I stand, with choices etched in all I’ve made—
    A life not shaped by waiting, but the risks I played.

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    " What If I Had Waited? " By Jacky Kapadia What if I had waited at that turning of the day, When doubt stood still and hope had quietly slipped away? Would time have whispered secrets I was meant to hear, Or left me lost between regret and silent fear? What if I had lingered where my courage chose to run, Held onto fading light instead of chasing sun? Perhaps the roads unknown would gently call my name, Or burn my dreams in echoes I could never tame. What if I had trusted in the pause, the space between, Where unseen truths and fragile faith remain unseen? Would patience plant the seeds that haste could never grow, Or teach me truths my restless heart refused to know? What if I had waited—would I rise or fall apart? Would time be kind, or carve its questions in my heart? Yet here I stand, with choices etched in all I’ve made— A life not shaped by waiting, but the risks I played. ==================END=================== #poetrycommunity, #writersofinstagram, #poetsofinstagram, #poetrylovers, #creativewriting, #writerscommunity, #poetrylife, #wordsmith, #modernpoetry, #poemsofinstagram, #literaryart, #poetrygram, #instapoet, #writinginspiration, #deepthoughts, #emotionalpoetry, #soulfulwriting, #poetrydaily, #artofwords, #spokenwordpoetry
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  • "All the Difference? " By Jacky Kapadia

    In quiet choices no one sees,
    Between the doubt and quiet belief,
    A whispered “try” in trembling breeze
    Can turn a moment into relief.

    The path divides in subtle ways,
    No grand signpost, no trumpet’s call,
    Yet one small step through shadowed haze
    May shape the rise or stall the fall.

    A word withheld, a hand once lent,
    A pause before the heart decides,
    Such fleeting acts, so lightly spent,
    Can shift the course of hidden tides.

    And in the end, when we look back,
    Through woven time’s indifferent thread,
    We find it’s not the things we lack—
    But smallest choices—where we led.

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    "All the Difference? " By Jacky Kapadia In quiet choices no one sees, Between the doubt and quiet belief, A whispered “try” in trembling breeze Can turn a moment into relief. The path divides in subtle ways, No grand signpost, no trumpet’s call, Yet one small step through shadowed haze May shape the rise or stall the fall. A word withheld, a hand once lent, A pause before the heart decides, Such fleeting acts, so lightly spent, Can shift the course of hidden tides. And in the end, when we look back, Through woven time’s indifferent thread, We find it’s not the things we lack— But smallest choices—where we led. ==================END=================== #poetry, #poem, #poetrycommunity, #poetrylovers, #poetsofinstagram, #writersofinstagram, #writingcommunity, #creativewriting, #poetrydaily, #poetryofinstagram, #poemsofinstagram, #inspirationalpoetry, #motivationalpoetry, #lifechoices, #decisionmaking, #deepthoughts, #meaningfullife, #philosophypoetry, #reflectivepoetry, #soulfulwriting, #emotionalpoetry, #modernpoetry, #freeverse, #literaryart, #wordsmith, #artofwords, #poetrygram, #thoughtprovoking, #innerjourney, #selfreflection
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