Headline Poem 9/11/14 -- On that day

Like many of you, I am haunted by the tragic images of September 11, 2001. I've always been particularly haunted by the images of men and women jumping from buildings on that day. I can't imagine the sheer terror that must have been going through their minds as they fell, perhaps hopeful a miracle would happen and they'd live, or perhaps succumbed to the idea that they'd die. This poem hurts to write. I never want to feel what must have been felt. 

I send a prayer to all those who lost their lives, who helped, and who survived on that day. I pay tribute the way I know how. Peace. 💛❤️

On that morning 

I didn't wake up 

this morning 

planning to jump 

from a building. 

I have so much to live for, 

and now

I'm falling. 

In a matter of seconds,

I could be dead. 

I could land on something 

soft, but I'm too high up. 

This is awful. 

Please

  make it quick.  

Please 

  let this not hurt. 

Please 

tell my babies 

I love them with every piece

of my soul, and that I will 

visit them in their dreams 

for the rest of their lives. 

Let my husband and my friends

and my mom and dad also 

know.  

I've had a good life. 

I'm scared. 

What the fuck 

is going on? 

Dear God, 

Please be with me 

when I 

land. 

I love roses and giraffes and spaghetti. 

The end.