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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Scarred

Remember the fears
The strongest fallen to their weakest,
Everywhere, blood and tears
The day full of ashes and bleakest moments

People crying, people jumping out of buildings
Fire fighters pulling people left and right
Police men and women struggling to bring back order
The world silent with screams and sirens

Planes forced to land
Halifax stepped up with their hospitality
Save the stranded, save the missing
A forced disaster wreaked havoc

Children grown up,
Without their moms or dads
Some of the best moments stolen
Children awed in fear, adults screaming brokenhearted
9/11 changed the meaning of the abbreviation
Even still today, we live in fear

Beautiful twin towers once stood so strong and proud
Quickly vanished within a blink
Terrorized across the nation, across Canada and more
Living in a shadow always trying to find the light

Moments in life stolen,
Remember exactly where you were
Ten years gone by,
We have come to embrace our darkness

Middle school;
Teachers came in with a TV
We sat in silence as we watched
Two planes, two towers
All gone

Lives changed in a blink of an eye,
Forever became new and scary
Children learned fear

Thankful for the firemen for fighting for lives
Thankful for the police for fighting to help
Thankful for the doctors who struggled to save lives
Thankful for all those who survived
Saddened for the fallen, memories never forgotten

Wounds slowly healing across the countries
But forever scarred in history.
9/11/2001 - 9/11/2011