THE SPACE BETWEEN LEAVING AND ARRVING

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Author's Note:

I've always loved words. Poetry, especially, has fascinated me, not because of its rules, but because of its ability to say so much with so little.

Recently, I came across a painting on Instagram accompanied by a challenge: Write a short poem inspired by this image.

Something about it stopped me. The solitude. The distance. The moonlit silence. It felt familiar, as though it was speaking a language I already knew.

Though poetry isn't something I often share here, I decided to answer the call.

This is what the painting whispered to me.




The moon hangs low,

a silent witness

to the distance between

where I stand

and where the lights begin.



Behind me,

ghosts of yesterday

drag their weary feet,

calling my name

as though memory

were a place I belonged.



Ahead,

a village glows

with promises I cannot yet touch,

warm windows, gentle laughter,

a life still waiting

to know me.



And here I remain,

between departure and destination,

between the ache of what was

and the uncertainty

of what may become.



The night does not offer answers.

Only a path.

Only enough light

for the next step.



So I walk.

Not because I am fearless,

but because the heart grows restless

when it stays too long

in the shadow of old roads.

Perhaps healing

is not a sudden arrival.



Perhaps it is this…

a lone figure beneath the moon,

carrying yesterday in her hands

while still reaching

for tomorrow.


–Echoes of Queen 


A Note from Queen:


I believe we all spend parts of our lives standing somewhere between leaving and arriving.

Between old wounds and new beginnings.

Between certainty and possibility.


This poem was inspired by a painting, but the emotions it stirred felt deeply human.

To me, it speaks of transition, growth, and the quiet courage it takes to keep moving forward when the destination is still out of reach.


But poetry belongs as much to the reader as it does to the writer.


So perhaps you'll find something entirely different in these words.


And if you do, I'd love to hear it.


What do you think lies in the space between leaving and arriving?


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