Awakening

Humanity in motion. A day that is clear

A missile of hate, a reason to fear

Fire and ashes, obstructing the light

The terror in faces, innocence in flight

A life that is shattered. A love that’s denied

A city in turmoil, a nation defined

Picking up pieces, reaching toward light

There’s always a dawn after the night

Poem by Myra Marsh

   
   
9/11/2001 • 9/11/2018