SHATTERED PEACE
© Michaela
I awake, the usual time,
yet had an uneasy feeling,
that something was going to happen today,
was going to be VERY different ... real bad.
Switched on my P.C.,
still half asleep ... read my many e-mails,
logged into ICQ,
Werid message saying:
"I'm alright, don't worry",
from a dear friend in New York city.
Flicked on the television,
to watch the Breakfast show,
hear the latest news,
images began flooding in ...
planes turned into fireballs,
buildings collapsing,
people screaming ... running for their lives
... over and over we see it happen.
Not once or twice,
but three different deadly attacks,
almost four,
all in quick succession.
One's worst nightmare unfolding
... awake the others ... is this for real?
Or am I dreaming?
Pinch me now.
So vivid,
so unimaginable,
peace no more,
shattered lives,
an innocence lost
forever more
the world over.
A world seeking answers
... so to revenge.
Why? Oh why did this have to happen?
What good did they achieve, really?
... Nothing ... nothing,
but hatred and death,
and now war
between one
and the rest of the world.
... What chance do they now think they have,
of bringing down the world
to nothing?!
None ... zilch!!!
Written: Thursday 25 October 2001, about a month and a half after this tragic event which rocked the world over :(.
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REMEMBRANCE ... UNITED STILL
© Michaela
September 11 2002.
One year on today.
So hard to imagine that one year has indeed since passed.
One year since that fateful day.
Still etched as plain as day.
A milestone is reached.
We have survived the hard part, the first year.
We still remember and mourn our losses.
You all have not been forgotten.
How could we ever forget.
We as a people are coming together,
becoming stronger, more at peace with ourselves.
I strongly believe.
If I could ease the pain
You know I would
If I could turn back time
You know I would
I would just for you.
Erase the memories that
now haunt you so.
Embedded deep within forever more.
September 11
A day for reflecting.
No matter how bad life seems.
Each and everyone of us is lucky, is special.
We are still alive.
We've all seen it
If not been right on the forefront
Image after image flashing before our eyes
Whether we are in America or not.
We are still equally as touched, as heartened by this.
No matter how hard I've tried.
It'll be with me forever.
Those terrible images people plummeting in desperation.
Those terrifying screams.
When shall the feelings subside.
The pain not be as intense.
The emotions not be as raw.
Please don't go telling me never.
That I could not bear to know.
I want to move on with my life now.
I need to move on.
But I don't know how.
Wonder ...
if the pain will ever ease
if the images and voices will fade with time.
if the nightmares will end.
Candles still glow ever so brightly in our hearts
for those that didn't make it home and their loved one's and friends
for those who went looking ... our heroes
in the darkest of hours not seen in years
for those that lived, that were touched
for those who thought the worst but were lucky.
Touched the world over
United in grief.
As one.
Justice is happening but way to slowly for most.
The opponents more superior in knowledge of the land.
Our big machines to cause mass destruction are no match for this.
Only more innocents are being lost,
this time the American's are robbing life.
Tick for tact.
When shall it end.
Will they ever reach a truce.
Agree to be allies, or maybe even friends.
To end our needs of living in fear.
Or is this just to much to ask, to hope for.
Written: Written on Saturday 7 September 2002, four days prior to the one year anniversary mark, as here in New Zealand this event occured on Thursday 12 September 2001.
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