Memories of 9/11

I will never forget the pain
or the visions that linger
in my mind
stirring pains
of a different kind
than that of a normal broken heart
and the tears that flow
forever in my soul, iridescent
illuminating these memories
solidifying into permanent
residents of my heart
for each of the victims
loved and lost and for those left behind
to grieve in the wake
of rising dust encompassing their world
like an apocalyptic moon
bad moon rising on that day before noon
but heroes emerged and compassion surged
through our nation, like love through the veins
of an ever-loving heart
that will never forget

~*~
09/2004

Copyright © 2004 Brenda Barnhart
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