Spilled on an Envelope (a reflection on 9/11 at voices of 9/11 event)
To remember pain, confusion, and tears is
a difficult thing for anyone—especially for those
who do not understand.
Ten years is too short
and far too long.
For some, the wound has healed clean.
For others, it is still a raw sore.
To the young
it exists as a swollen bruise
we can’t quite explain but,
has always existed as a part of our reality.
Times and people change.
Tragedies happen.
It is how we remember those lost
and reach out to others that
growth and understanding can be shared
toward the future.
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