At least for a day

At least for a day America came together
At least for a day , no one cared what color our skin was , or where we came from.
At least for a day we honored law enforcement and first responders in the like, as they charged toward the unknown danger to keep the rest of us safe.
At least for a day we let our military do what they were trained to do , instead of sit on their hands .
At least for a day we could do whatever we had to , to keep the country safe from further attacks.
At least for a day their was no partisan politics , where the government worked together for the greater good and put aside the petty bickering and said “ what do you need Mr President “.
On a day where the enemy tried to break America , we stood together as Americans , one body ,not identified by skin color , religion , or preferences , we all cried together, we all brushed off the dust , built a taller building , even though that is not the symbol of who we are , it was a symbol of what we aren’t .
At least for a day , we couldn’t be broken .
17 years later ..... we are fighting against ourselves , being encouraged to disobey law enforcement , divided again by our skin color , or religion , or preference , for a while , I couldn’t even say Merry Christmas without potentially offending someone.
Hatred is spewing on both sides of our government , we are being told to “resist “.
What happened ?
Do we need another tragedy to show us all we bleed the same color ?
The Bible says “ a house divided against itself can not stand “ Matt 12:22.
I will never forget the sorrow of that day , all the souls lost then , and the ones still recovering , I cried that day , and I cry now , because at least for a day , we forgot about all the other ******* and fought back as Americans , mourned as Americans , re built as Americans .
At least for a day , we stood together !
At least for a day!

It's not the man in the mirror
that I fear
It's the mirror of the man
that haunts me

The flames reach out from the burning odes
Set afire and with indifference, fueled  and feasting on her rejection
The smoke bellows into shapes of the fading memories risen from the ink that painted them .
A lifetime of affection hopes and dreams , and sorrows, dissipating into the air , hours and hours of unappreciated heartfelt expressions
Reduced to nothing more than ashes , that are now remnant traces of a broken heart , that was once mine.
Tears aren't enough to douse the flames , just as futile as the letters themselves .
Unable to hold on to her heart ,and growing still are now smoke filled moments .
As the fire burns , I can no longer separate the happy from the sad .
So I just watch the fire burn

The hardest part

The hardest part is just before I go to sleep , where I fall victim to the memories of a life I know I’ll never have, the frustration of knowing I loved , and never got the same in return , the heartbreak , that in the end , it was him.
My mind drowning in yesterday’s shadows , and the foolishness of how much I tried to stay afloat amidst the indifference, thinking that true love would be our buoy.
So many promises broken , so many dreams we planned , and you’ve abandoned.
All I ever did was adore you with all my heart, a heart that’s empty , and keeping me awake with the taunting  fact that you never gave me your whole heart in return.
I wonder if you’ll ever think of how deeply you’ve scarred me , I wonder if I ever really mattered at all.
Or was I a fresh breeze that made its way into a stagnant time in your existence.
You had my heart in your hands , and never really appreciated what you were holding.
Unconditional love , an eternal  soulmate , a lifetime .
The thoughts that keep me awake , as I wonder what I could have done different to make you love me more , or was I just a blip In your life for amusement, “already gone” , before it started .
Yes, the hardest part for me , is just before , I go to sleep .....