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Monday, April 18, 2005

Flew

This is what it is. Those of you who know, know. That's enough for me. I needed to get it posted so I stopped losing it.

Questions unanswered, things left unsaid.
Questions you can't ask of this girl who is dead.
There are things I need to say, that you should know about that day.
The day started normal, employees working away.
So little in common in our day-to-day.
So little in common that is, till today.
All at once there was fire, chaos and panic.
I looked around me to make sure it was real,
I stood and cried out as my skin began to peel.
The heat so intense the ceiling melted as it fell,
I looked behind me and stared into Hell.
No air to breathe in, no way to get out and co-workers body parts
strewn all about.
Just when I thought that it could get no worse, to my left
was a foot on top of a purse.
Others like me, confused and afraid. Beginning to realise we
wouldn't be saved.
As the flames burned stronger, I had had my fill.
I opened the window and stepped onto the sill.
I said "I love you," did you hear me?
I said your name and felt you near me.
I said "I love you" and for a moment I wept.
I said your name and then I lept.
And this is what I need you to know, need you to hear
so you can let go.
For a few long seconds before I died,
for a few long seconds I was able to fly.
As I fell further down, there was no more dying.
No more crying or sighing - there was only flying.
I became a part of the sky, how many can fly
before they die?
I twisted and turned, I held my arms out.
I finally understood what freedom was about.
I didn't think about the ground or how much of me would be left
to be found.
I didn't hurt and didn't cry, didn't hate or cry out "WHY?"
I knew my life was soon to end, I wondered how long it
would take you to mend.
The wind in my face, the air in my hair. Every single
sense alive and aware.
I wish I could tell you, if only you knew..
In exchange for my life......... I flew.
The end came fast, the pain intense although brief.
As quick as a blink, Death came like a thief.
The very next thing I am able to recall was something that resembled
a grand meeting hall.
The others were there, whole and unburned.
More would be coming, we soon learned.
As the Towers came down in no time at all, we understood the
many empty chairs in the hall.
Together we rose and stood hand in hand,
together we welcomed each woman and man.
Together we embraced and together we cried.
Together we accepted that we had all died.
Though my pain has ended yours still consumes you, that's why I wrote this-
I had to get to you.
I took with me my memories, my loves and my joys. Thoughts of holidays and
cookies and coveted toys.
You were with me that day as I flew in the sky,
You were with me that day, no need for goodbye.
I need you to know there's no need to cry,
I need you to know I'm always nearby.
I need you to know that although I have died,
I was given a gift and shown how to fly.

Warbled by WebKittyn at 02:42 pm in

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