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: Saturday 7 September 2002