Is this a good poetry slam?

When a police car drove into my car without braking, time held its breath for a moment, it was pure. The world,

She stopped, a bang, a scream, my heart was pounding, in that moment I was free.

It was an ordinary day, I was out and about, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, no worries, no enclosure. But

Suddenly out of nowhere, blue lights and sirens, and then this impact, as if worlds were expanding.

Metal on metal, a terrible sound, and in my head only one thought, like a spell: "Why me? Why now?"

What does that mean?" Questions shot through me like lightning illuminating me.

I climbed out of the wreck, my knees weak, my hands shaking, there they stood, the policemen, worried, their brows furrowed, with

nothing sugarcoated. "Are you okay?" they asked with a serious expression, and I just nodded, although my thoughts were racing

like machines.

Reality caught up with me, the formalities, the protocol, the accident report and statements, the usual stuff that one is supposed to do. But

A storm raged inside me, a sea of ​​emotions, anger, fear and also gratitude, in furious portions.

Because in that moment, when everything fell apart, I realized the fragility of life, it was like a blow. That everyone

Every breath is precious, every moment counts, and sometimes it takes an accident to make you realize that, to make you choose it.

In the days that followed, I lived in a fog, repairs, insurance, everything was so fabulous. But deep inside me, a burning

new fire, an understanding, an awareness, life is expensive.

The nights were long, sleepless, full of thoughts about chance, fate, and the world in its bounds. I asked myself,

how many moments we waste, how many opportunities we ignore, how we perish in everyday life.

And I thought of the police officers who helped me, who asked me how often they themselves thought about life? Whether they

Did you know that every operation, every blue light, writes a story, invents a human life?

I began to see life differently, with new eyes, seeing the beauty in the small, in the inconspicuous, in faith. I

heard the birds singing, felt the wind on my skin, and knew that every moment counts, loud or familiar.

Accidents, collisions, they are part of life, they teach us to appreciate what is often thoughtless and in vain. They show

us that clarity arises from chaos, that every impact, every bang, revitalizes us, reflects us.

And so, paradoxically, I thank this unbridled push, for it opened my eyes and made my life great.

sometimes it takes chaos to find clarity, a collision to ignite the beauty of life.

I now live more consciously, more gratefully, every day, with the knowledge that life may always strike us again. But in

In every blow, in every wave that hits us, there is an opportunity, a lesson that makes life conscious and valuable.