In the Midst
In the Midst…
I am 9/11
Crushed by hate and fear-
Crumbling into dark ashes.
A battered heart-pushed
to its brink; breathing smoke, and stench
from debris.
I am 9/11
Rising in the strength of hope,
determined not to die-
Giving justice its stance, and
duty to fulfill.
I am 9/11
A spirit that will not perish,
Recreating itself into a clearer view,
And,
Encompassing this nation with love…
Thama Logan / September 11, 2021
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