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When I Jumped From The Tower
That late summer morning, sky so cobalt blue and clear, I was enjoying coffee with my coworkers, I suddenly sensed we weren't alone in our vicinity, minutes later, an earth rocking jolt, a roar, a shrieking jet plane, blazing fuel, my co-workers screaming, but the smoke was choking me as I crawled, bits of glass embedded in my legs, my hosiery twisting, taut, my breath, then became shallow - my own screams, my lungs bursting ! Oh God ! My lips, my skin burning ! The searing ! oh, my God, the searing ! Please, please, take this from us ! Our floor's windows blown open and jagged, yet, there was singing, I heard such singing, their voices so calming amidst the inferno, the sun obscured, the sky blotted, the wails, the agony ! Yet, I still heard their singing, the heights did not frighten me, and, when I jumped from the tower, God took my soul, and, as my body emptied of it's earthliness, there was no more pain, falling, falling, as if floating, my family, oh, my family, I'll always cherish all of you. ~ September 11, 2001, the fateful tragic day of carnage and death inflicted on the World Trade Center and it's workers, Flight 93 and it's innocent passengers, and the Pentagon and it's workforce. A lot of us thought, "How could this happen, how?!" We thought our national security was rock solid, tragically, it wasn't. Almost three thousand people died that heartbreaking, agonizing day. And, very shortly after this horrible event, many young adults felt called to join the U.S. military to defend our country, and, sacrificed their own lives.~ Original date poem written September 9, 2019 Historic Event poetry contest Sponsor: William Kekaula
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