9/11

It was the day before my first day at school when 9/11 happened. I can't imagine watching it unfold and I feel so thankful I don't remember. The tower just collapsing without warning, the people jumping, jumping to their deaths, it brings me to tears. Those people had to make a decision. They were going to be executed but they could choose how. No-one should have to choose whether to be burnt alive or fall to your death, no-one. how must it have been for the people on the ground? When those towers crumbled and the dust bellowed and surged through the streets, it looks almost apocalyptic. And that's how my mum described it, sort of. She said that she was worried. She watched it and honestly didn't know what kind of world she would wake up to tomorrow morning, the world I would wake up into, had to go out into for the first time. I am currently watching another documentary and am wiping tears away now. When I was younger, about 12, I wrote a poem about 9/11. It could never do this event any justice and can't even begin to explain or empathise. I am usually quite articulate but... there are no words.

A stillness. A silence

A world full of pain

A stillness. A silence

Then the falling came

A thousand lives

Their families derprived

An impossible decision

The final goodbye

It was captured on tape

The screams. The terror

Did the terrorists think

They were big or clever?

People's memories are so clear

Yet it happened so fast

The terror of new york

Is surely to last

A stillness. A silence

An empty skyline

The shattered heart of the free world

Justice will come

And it sort of did, he is gone but there will always be others. What do we do? Every year we recall and every year we cry. And every year, we remember them.

M xxx