Dear Remembering 9-11,
Each year, as 9-11 approaches, our hearts grow heavier.
We remember what we were doing when we first heard the news.
We remember the people we cared about and loved at the time.
We remember the shock and horror.
An intricately spun web was torn,
Leaving broken strands of web silk blowing in the suffocating air.
We remember the innocent lives lost,
And the living souls that mourn them.
We remember the devastation and disbelief.
A ferocious bolt of lightening flashed down from the skies of dark,
Not born from natural disaster, but from the act of evil intent.
We remember the brave souls of a decade past,
Whose acts of goodwill represented the benevolence of humanity.
We remember their unfinished dreams.
The greens lie dormant under a thick layer of snow,
But the seasons halt in motion and the white blanket lays frozen and unmoved.
We remember our separate yet unified movement toward healing,
Repairing and rebuilding, and the pains associated with them.
We remember the scars.
The raw, distorted wound in time closes and heals,
And leaves behind a jagged, visible reminder.
We remember 9-11.
It is our scar.
Feeling that uneven imperfection will always remind us what 9-11 means to us.