Memories of September 11th
I remember...
driving to work a little later that morning
and thinking to myself
what a beautiful day it was...
the sky was blue
the air was crisp
the sun colored all I saw
and then...
I turned on the radio station
and it was surreal
it was like a re-broadcast
of the War of the Worlds...
breaking news about
breaking planes
breaking buildings
breaking lives...
and broken hearts
most are still broken...
and pieces of the day
are being put back together
slowly
but
it is like putting a million-piece
jigsaw puzzle together
with all the pieces upside down
in pieces on the ground…
burnt
crushed
bloody
and you
don't even want to look at them
much less touch them…
besides
you are
blind...
folded...
and turned inside-out, yourself
and you know
that all the pieces aren't even there
anymore
and never will be
but you have to start
putting the puzzle back together
because it—
the picture in the puzzle—
is yours now...
given to you by strangers
friends
and enemies
all of whom
you never knew you had…
and now
only you
can put it back together...
or so it seems...
Where is that first piece?
Rawland Storm
Reposted for William's FTD 'in pieces on the ground' challenge'.
By Rawland
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