It has been 20 years since the towers fell. Two decades to mourn
Two decades to heal,
But the scars run just as deep as they did twenty years prior.
Just as deep as the wounds that bleed into our streets
Just as deep as the trench that divides us
But who are we if not divided?
Twenty years ago fear tied knots around our hearts.
Pulled tightly with each headline
Twenty years ago revenge was a fire flicking off the flash of our teeth
Twenty years ago our friends, our neighbors, our loved ones watched as the nation trudged through the five stages of grief.
But we never finished
Never made it past the lucky number four
We got lost in our minds
Lost in the darkness without a candle to light the way home.
Depression was the word we taught our children to explain the new normal.
The new scent that hung in the breeze
The smog that coated our streets
But the towers are gone
The dust has settled and the rubble has been removed
We hold only the memories now.
It’s ok to be sad
It’s ok to be angry or hurt or vengeful
But the night never lasts forever
The sun will always chase the moon
It’s forbidden lover
Lost in a cycle of follow the leader
To rupture the night
To break through the darkness
And begin a new day.
So when your towers fall,
When your world crashes down at your feet,
Write your headlines
Fight your battles
Mourn for what has been lost
But never give up hope.
Wipe the rubble away
Let the sun dry your tears
And when the dust finally settles
Today is a new day.