I got it back today and I got 100% on it! Not that I am bragging or anything, it's just that I put a lot of effort into it and when i read over it I thought that it had a lot of feeling in it. Anyways here it is and you decide if it's a good poem or not. Enjoy!
Thankful…
As I put on my lipstick to go to work, (approx: 7:30 am-Home)
I have a sinking feeling
Like something is going to happen
I stare at my reflection
My face goes pale and I sit down
I shake my head
Telling myself that I’m being silly
“Hey Manny!” I say to my colleague (approx 8:00 am-Inside building)
“Wanna grab some coffee later on?”
He agrees, I walk towards the elevators
For some reason
I look back at the doors
Something in my head tells me
I won’t see them again…
The sinking feeling is back… I ignore it
52nd floor south building… Hill Betts & Nash (8:30 am-Sitting in work space)
Attorney’s office… my office
What the…
A plane just flew ridiculously close to the building
The sinking feeling is back
This time people start to panic a little
Confused looks… I bet my face had the same…
Stunned, scared, dumbstruck
The only way I can describe myself at that point
Is it just me?
Or did a plane go thorough the other building? (8:46 am-Confused and scared)
My stomach just flips… I puke
We all run towards the elevators
Crying, holding hands, praying, havoc…
Sobs, screaming, frantic, chaos…
All of this in one packed elevator
Overwhelming… I try to calm some down
But it is impossible
I myself am silently crying
Normally in a situation, I would be scared as hell
But… I’m not
The elevators arrive to the ground floor
As the doors open
The ground floor is packed with people
Rushing out
Running out
Fire fighters...
Outside... to safety
Outside... havoc
Debris everywhere
I look up...
I see people making decisions
Life and death decisions...
Jump, burn, or smothered to death?
One person in front of all
Makes the decision of jumping
Plummeting to his/her death
You must have guts to do that
I close my eyes in prayer
As tears stream down my face
I am being pushed along to rescue vans
That take us away from this place
Crying, sobbing, praying,
I look around
And suddenly everything starts going black
I pass out
I wake up (9:30 am-The next day)
Hospital? No...
I slowly realize it is my home
My 13 year old daughter holding my hand
My husband holding my other hand
I look around its day
I try to get up
My daughter looks at me
Smiles...
“Dad! Mom’s awake!”
His blue eyes filled with tears
Her hazel eyes filled with tears
My hazel eyes filled with tears
We all hug
And for the first time since the attack
I cry... with loud sobs, screams,
Uncontrollably
As I sit near my window (December 21st 2002)
Looking at the falling snow
I think to myself
How thankful I am to have survived
How thankful I am to be here on Christmas
With my family
Though I still have nightmares
I’m beginning to forget what happened
On that dreadful day
Now this may sound cliché
But I have a been given another chance to live
And I will not waste it
Because I am thankful to be alive.
As I put on my lipstick to go to work, (approx: 7:30 am-Home)
I have a sinking feeling
Like something is going to happen
I stare at my reflection
My face goes pale and I sit down
I shake my head
Telling myself that I’m being silly
“Hey Manny!” I say to my colleague (approx 8:00 am-Inside building)
“Wanna grab some coffee later on?”
He agrees, I walk towards the elevators
For some reason
I look back at the doors
Something in my head tells me
I won’t see them again…
The sinking feeling is back… I ignore it
52nd floor south building… Hill Betts & Nash (8:30 am-Sitting in work space)
Attorney’s office… my office
What the…
A plane just flew ridiculously close to the building
The sinking feeling is back
This time people start to panic a little
Confused looks… I bet my face had the same…
Stunned, scared, dumbstruck
The only way I can describe myself at that point
Is it just me?
Or did a plane go thorough the other building? (8:46 am-Confused and scared)
My stomach just flips… I puke
We all run towards the elevators
Crying, holding hands, praying, havoc…
Sobs, screaming, frantic, chaos…
All of this in one packed elevator
Overwhelming… I try to calm some down
But it is impossible
I myself am silently crying
Normally in a situation, I would be scared as hell
But… I’m not
The elevators arrive to the ground floor
As the doors open
The ground floor is packed with people
Rushing out
Running out
Fire fighters...
Outside... to safety
Outside... havoc
Debris everywhere
I look up...
I see people making decisions
Life and death decisions...
Jump, burn, or smothered to death?
One person in front of all
Makes the decision of jumping
Plummeting to his/her death
You must have guts to do that
I close my eyes in prayer
As tears stream down my face
I am being pushed along to rescue vans
That take us away from this place
Crying, sobbing, praying,
I look around
And suddenly everything starts going black
I pass out
I wake up (9:30 am-The next day)
Hospital? No...
I slowly realize it is my home
My 13 year old daughter holding my hand
My husband holding my other hand
I look around its day
I try to get up
My daughter looks at me
Smiles...
“Dad! Mom’s awake!”
His blue eyes filled with tears
Her hazel eyes filled with tears
My hazel eyes filled with tears
We all hug
And for the first time since the attack
I cry... with loud sobs, screams,
Uncontrollably
As I sit near my window (December 21st 2002)
Looking at the falling snow
I think to myself
How thankful I am to have survived
How thankful I am to be here on Christmas
With my family
Though I still have nightmares
I’m beginning to forget what happened
On that dreadful day
Now this may sound cliché
But I have a been given another chance to live
And I will not waste it
Because I am thankful to be alive.
~The Mystery Girl
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