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September 11, 2001 - A Memory
Note: I lost my mother the same year of the 9/11 attacks. I was still numb when it all happened and I was so scared and fragile, that all I wanted to do was shut myself up in my house and never leave again. I hope this poem expresses that, but it's hard to go back to a time when I didn't believe in the future and I honestly didn't see myself being alive and well 11 years later! I'm so glad I'm still here!
My foundation was already shaky
A motherless child just six months before
The attacks caused terror and sorrow
The ledge cracked underneath me a bit more.
With tear-filled eyes I watched it all
My fuzzy brain just couldn't comprehend
The hatred of others sent this way
No chance to even defend.
My heart cried out for innocence lost
as the cowardly menace flew through
I searched for a hole to bury myself
The dark nothingness in me grew.
A zombie for weeks, I became
Automatic pilot, I was not there
The God I once knew, I had left months before
I did not believe and no longer cared.
Years have passed and my wounds have healed
The dead live on in our memories
God held my hand until I was whole
Like others, I just needed to grieve.
This is for my mother and 9/11 victims
Death is constant and very real
We fall, we cry, we wallow for a bit
but forget, we never will!