Sep 2014
I wanted to write a poem.
About something very important.
Something that should have never happened.
Something that we can't just ignore.
But for a solid hour I couldn't remember,
what I was writing for.
Was it for the people we lost that day?
The people who lost someone?
The pride we once felt,
gone as a nation crumbled,
our unity was threatened,
and our fear was amplified.
How can I even be breathing right now?
I expect the tears to fall.
I feel them,
but they just won't come out.
All I see when I close my eyes,
are images of that day.
I was to young to remember it clearly,
but I saw enough pictures,
too many pictures.
The day we realized we weren't invincible,
was the day the Twin Towers fell.
That day is today.
That day was Hell.
I just wanted to write a poem,
one that would't be inflicted
with sadness and with rage.
Maybe it will be one about love,
maybe I can make that change?
This one will have a happy ending,
everything I write is too bitter sweet.
But I knew what day today was,
and I decided to write while knowing
what this day will do to me.
I walked into school this morning
and I looked around.
I spoke to people before class started.
Not one of them mentioned this day,
most of them didn't even know what day it was.
That saddens me,
and angers me.
These are the same people
who will say they care,
but never actually do anything in person.
I cried last night,
I cried today.
I said the Pledge of Allegiance
with so much conviction.
The rest of my class didn't say it at all.
They never do.
It's disrespectful
to forget what day today is.
As if people don't have the time
to take just a moment,
one moment out of their day,
and remember.
I wanted to write a poem,
something that was happy.
But today is not a happy day.
The only comfort I have in today,
is that the towers are back,
our pride is back,
our nation is back,
our hope is back.
Let's just hope that everyone's memory comes back too,
because this day does not deserve
to be forgotten,
so carelessly.
I just wanted to write this poem,
for all who remember,
that today is,
September 11.
Better known as,
9/11.
About something very important.
Something that should have never happened.
Something that we can't just ignore.
But for a solid hour I couldn't remember,
what I was writing for.
Was it for the people we lost that day?
The people who lost someone?
The pride we once felt,
gone as a nation crumbled,
our unity was threatened,
and our fear was amplified.
How can I even be breathing right now?
I expect the tears to fall.
I feel them,
but they just won't come out.
All I see when I close my eyes,
are images of that day.
I was to young to remember it clearly,
but I saw enough pictures,
too many pictures.
The day we realized we weren't invincible,
was the day the Twin Towers fell.
That day is today.
That day was Hell.
I just wanted to write a poem,
one that would't be inflicted
with sadness and with rage.
Maybe it will be one about love,
maybe I can make that change?
This one will have a happy ending,
everything I write is too bitter sweet.
But I knew what day today was,
and I decided to write while knowing
what this day will do to me.
I walked into school this morning
and I looked around.
I spoke to people before class started.
Not one of them mentioned this day,
most of them didn't even know what day it was.
That saddens me,
and angers me.
These are the same people
who will say they care,
but never actually do anything in person.
I cried last night,
I cried today.
I said the Pledge of Allegiance
with so much conviction.
The rest of my class didn't say it at all.
They never do.
It's disrespectful
to forget what day today is.
As if people don't have the time
to take just a moment,
one moment out of their day,
and remember.
I wanted to write a poem,
something that was happy.
But today is not a happy day.
The only comfort I have in today,
is that the towers are back,
our pride is back,
our nation is back,
our hope is back.
Let's just hope that everyone's memory comes back too,
because this day does not deserve
to be forgotten,
so carelessly.
I just wanted to write this poem,
for all who remember,
that today is,
September 11.
Better known as,
9/11.
