9-11
“9/11”
I have seen the Sword of Anguish
As it seared its blinding wrath across the faces of millions.
I have tasted the salt of their tears
Released in painful droplets of anger and fear.
I have watched the father, stooped and broken
As he speaks of the deeds of a heroic son.
Ached for the void that engulfs the husband
As he listens to the frightened sobs
Of the wife who knows she is lost.
I have peered out through the wide eyed innocence
Of a child - hopeful, confused, afraid,
Then gone.
I have felt the fatigue of the broad-shouldered saviors
Who toil in disbelief while numbing themselves to the pain.
I tell myself: “*It is, too, much.” -
That the price of survival is, too, costly to pay.
I ask the question: “Why?” -
In the morning when I face the day;
Upon the return to home - when your presence is missed;
In the middle of the night when I wake - reaching, reaching, reaching.
Grief is physical to me now -
A gnawing volcanic mass that rises from the pit of my stomach
And hurls my suffering up and out of me in so many screaming voices.
“Time will heal,” I tell myself -
Smoothing over the scars until they are merely
A distant reminder of what you meant to my life.
But I will remember -
Always…in small agonizing sobs
That I hide in that private part of me -
And you will be with me
Again,
And again,
And again…..
Jan Pearce
In Commemoration of 9/11
Copyright © Jan Pearce | Year Posted 2019
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