I would have put these up sooner but I coudln't get on ff.n and I was out a lot for the last few days. But here it is.
These are my reflections after hearing of the WTC terrorist attack. The little paragraph is from the 11th; I wrote it throughout the day in bits and pieces as they came to me. The poem is from day-after, written during English class but not an assignment. Neither is incredibly special or anything, but as I am too small to give blood, too broke to give money, and too far away to help clear out rubble, I felt that writing was the best way for me to begin to heal wounds. I was affected directly; one of my friends had an uncle on AA flight 11, but I didn't find that out till yesterday morning. My heart goes out to those with family members or friends or colleagues who were killed or who are missing, and I cannot stress enough the need for unity and compassion right now -- although it is clear that across the country people are uniting to help with the aftermath. Light a candle in memory of the deceased, and wear a white ribbon for peace. I wish everyone the best, and gods all bless.
Take care.
Here's my reaction from day 1. I took artistic liberties but this was how my feelings came out onto the paper.
The sun never really came out that day. Clouds covered the sky that had been blue for months like a death shroud. With nightfall came the rain, pouring, as though those above us in higher places were mourning the loss below them. Across the globe, candles lit in memory and in prayer, a million tiny flames shining as beacons of hope in a time of fear and uncertainty. The world watched, helpless, as thousands of lives were taken in acts of terrorism that spread fear -- and compassion -- rippling across the United States and around the globe.
This is day 2, after a night's sleep and a good think about what had happened.
Twenty-four hours ago,
My world was normal.
Now, it is shattered
broken
burning.
Donning only black and red,
Adorned with the white ribbon,
I mourn.
Mourn for the countless lives lost,
For a nation brought to its knees,
For those who will never see
their husband
their wife
their child
Again.
Why us?
Why now?
Why are the people celebrating in Pakistan?
Perhaps I will never know.
You may say,
If only this had never happened
If only we had caught it sooner
If only....
But what will that help?
That which is done
Is done.
Unfortunate, yes.
Horrifying, yes.
But never to be forgotten.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I didn't know where to put it and Jae recommended that I put it here, so I'm sorry if I inconvenienced you.
Take care, and peace be with you.
astarael
These are my reflections after hearing of the WTC terrorist attack. The little paragraph is from the 11th; I wrote it throughout the day in bits and pieces as they came to me. The poem is from day-after, written during English class but not an assignment. Neither is incredibly special or anything, but as I am too small to give blood, too broke to give money, and too far away to help clear out rubble, I felt that writing was the best way for me to begin to heal wounds. I was affected directly; one of my friends had an uncle on AA flight 11, but I didn't find that out till yesterday morning. My heart goes out to those with family members or friends or colleagues who were killed or who are missing, and I cannot stress enough the need for unity and compassion right now -- although it is clear that across the country people are uniting to help with the aftermath. Light a candle in memory of the deceased, and wear a white ribbon for peace. I wish everyone the best, and gods all bless.
Take care.
Here's my reaction from day 1. I took artistic liberties but this was how my feelings came out onto the paper.
The sun never really came out that day. Clouds covered the sky that had been blue for months like a death shroud. With nightfall came the rain, pouring, as though those above us in higher places were mourning the loss below them. Across the globe, candles lit in memory and in prayer, a million tiny flames shining as beacons of hope in a time of fear and uncertainty. The world watched, helpless, as thousands of lives were taken in acts of terrorism that spread fear -- and compassion -- rippling across the United States and around the globe.
This is day 2, after a night's sleep and a good think about what had happened.
Twenty-four hours ago,
My world was normal.
Now, it is shattered
broken
burning.
Donning only black and red,
Adorned with the white ribbon,
I mourn.
Mourn for the countless lives lost,
For a nation brought to its knees,
For those who will never see
their husband
their wife
their child
Again.
Why us?
Why now?
Why are the people celebrating in Pakistan?
Perhaps I will never know.
You may say,
If only this had never happened
If only we had caught it sooner
If only....
But what will that help?
That which is done
Is done.
Unfortunate, yes.
Horrifying, yes.
But never to be forgotten.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I didn't know where to put it and Jae recommended that I put it here, so I'm sorry if I inconvenienced you.
Take care, and peace be with you.
astarael