A Day In My Life, My Poetry

I Was Five… (Remembering 9/11)

I was five when I learned what terror was.

It was the image of two tall buildings drowning in fire and debris, crumbling to the ground.

I had just got off of school, still in my white and navy blue uniform, when I stood by my parents’ door and watched the television weep as terror and tragedy glowed on it.

It was across the country, but right in front of my little innocent eyes, paralyzing me and haunting me.

It was fifteen years ago, but I still remember…

I remember learning what terror was, and what it looked and felt like.

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