Silence can express a lot of things;
repressed memories of apron strings.

Blood rushing like a raging river after a storm;
Mind reeling at times trying to grasp the norm.

Trapped on the 78th floor;
Still feeling what it was like
going through that smoky door.

“Why me God?”, I asked.
The Lord gives, the Lord takes away
As a survivor,
you will live to tell this day.

Moved to New Jersey after that event,
Stilling dying--just had to vent.

Lights shine toward the heavens
where the Twin Towers once stood.
Mixed with the sadness there is
anger, pride, and heros echoing good.

Best of all, there is a place
where the Taliban can not reach;
When I close my eyes...
there lies a peaceful sleep.