the things we lost in the fire

Today I sung horribly in my car
At the top of my lungs and while some looked scoffing
I thought of a memory when I was young
A remnant the smell of smoke often brings
I was saved by a nameless man who saw a fire
And heard my childish cries and coughing
And in an act surprising to even him, he ran into death
With his arms as his only offering

Today a girl is singing in another part of the world
But she doesn’t remember it was me that spring
Who, as fate would have it was late work
And felt like it was just “one of those mornings”
All she remembers is a faceless man who ran in
And the those arms to which she still clings
Because it’s after reflecting on what we lost in the fall
That we come to recognize, it was that day we grew wings

Today I feel that the best things in life aren’t things; it’s the kindness that others bring
I realized that when I heard 4 alarms ring, and we made it out with voices that still sing

Reviews

[Christie Moses]

I remember this one well, and the lesson it holds is invaluable. So emotionally charged and full of humanity at its best. Those last two lines linger long after you read them.....
brilliant writing S :)

[Desert Dreamer]

Beautiful truth here in your poem, we give ourself a gift by helping others.

[lisameryl]

shoaib, I love your ink here...you hit life and humanity on the nail! Powerful and heartfelt verse!

You nailed it here my friend!:
"Today I feel that the best things in life aren’t things; it’s the kindness that others bring
I realized that when I heard 4 alarms ring, and we made it out with voices that still sing"

[Stammers]

Love the ideas in this, really stunning, could do with some tweaking in the second stanza but that's only small work

[Ladysue]

this was truly beautiful...that first line gave me a chuckle and the images are wonderful..this is filled with great emotion...pure pleasure to read...

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Shoaib that was a beautiful piece of work. Such great imagery and filled with so much emotion. I love reading your work. Always such a pleasue. xoxo ;p