Eighteen Years Later

The images are seared
into our memories.

Two mighty towers
brought down by hate.

Thousands of souls
silenced,

Never again reunited
with loved ones.

Eighteen years later,
we must never forget.


09/11/2019

Nearly a Year

It's been nearly a year.

My creativity only carries

through in small 

passages,

Refusing to go beyond 

a full page.

It could be due to several reasons: 

exhaustion, laziness, disinterest. 

The question hung over me

day after day,

Until last night, while seeking

a poem to share;

A lengthy one, unlike the limitless

short form pieces I keep.

I notice the last time I wrote 

a poem with length 

Was back in August, while 

grieving over my friend's loss. 

Emotions flowed 

over the page that day,

My written words expressing 

the anguish my voice could not.

She always encouraged me 

to create, to write, to share.

Her absence has been felt

each passing day.

I eventually found a piece 

to share last night:

A poem about friendships,

and the sudden shifts in life.

It felt so good to share again.

I feels so good to write again. 

05/04/2019

Always

She was
always patient
when I addressed concerns,
and celebrated joys in life
with me.

06/07/2018

Emotional

An end
to a very
emotional week, as
some are left to grieve, while others
struggle.

06/01/2018

What Remains

All the
moments remain;
peaceful, somber, joyous.
Her soul encompassed everything
in life.

05/31/2018