It started with the sun slipping lower,
the kind of dusk that wraps you in quiet,
when three boys pulled over,
more out of instinct than intention.
The car sat lopsided, tire sagging,
a stranger pacing the curve of worry.
Their hands moved fast,
lifting, cranking, steadying the steel.
But then, a sound — not the tire's groan,
but a sharp breath caught in the throat –
someone trapped inside,
forgotten between fear and flames.
The world tilted, seconds cracking open,
and where others might’ve stepped back,
these boys ran forward,
hearts leaping ahead of logic.
They pulled life from smoke-stained silence,
hauled her trembling body into daylight.
Teenagers turned first responders,
the weight of heroism unnoticed, unclaimed.
Later, the news called it courage.
The town called it a miracle.
But in their bones,
they called it just doing the right thing.
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Nicely written, your poem revolves around three boys who instinctively respond to an emergency, rescuing a trapped individual from a dangerous situation. You highlight the contrast between societal labels of "courage" and "miracle" and the boys' humble perspective of simply doing what felt right.
Thank You for sharing your feedback
It is a sad world where what the world calls heroism and courage is just doing the right thing. Where do the rest of us lie? Well written Gray
Thank You Soren
Most welcome Gray
Yes it was courageous, a miracle (right people right place right time) and it was the right thing to do.
It could also have been a news item yesterday, as just such acts do occur when the situation arises.
A realistic write.
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