Sixteen years ago the 9/11 attack has happened.
This past summer I was able to go and visit the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. To say I was speechless is an understatement. To know of the heartbreak, death, and dashed hope. To hear the calls of those in the second tower phoning home to say they were safe, and myself knowing that it was only a matter of time before they too would be fearing for their lives. To read the notes of people trapped on floors that they threw down, and the responses of the men and women who tried to rescue them. Of walking beside the Survivor's Stairs, and seeing the destruction of what seemed massive, strong, and indestructible now bent and broken...Seeing the faces of all the victims-their names, their flights, departments. Hearing how passengers fought back, and memories of loved ones they left behind. It was a surreal experience.
the gaping black hole
all that's left of tortured souls
as the water endlessly pours down
like in the tears that loved ones have drowned
a moment of silence
for on this day
our country was never the same
*pic from LoveThisPic