9, One, One
No-it can't be-NO! 911!
Innocence ripped from every ONE!
Not ONE soul secure or sheltered.
Each ONE in an unbelievable ghastly
Energies of ONE charge forth to aide!
Love of ONE ascends above thy ruins.
Evolution of we are ONE begins.
Visions of ONE helping ONE born.
Endurance of ONE species rises.
New divine decree prevails as ONE!
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This is an acrostice poem I wrote on 9/10/16 in honor of all those who lost their lives on 911. I was living in NYC and interior design class at FIT on this horrific da. That evening and the weeks following, I had to walk to work to a waitress job in the West Village because the subway was shut down. Each day, as I passed light posts/intersections I would see flowers and pictures of missing loved ones. It was a very surreal moment and one I will never forget. This poem is for every one!