For All The Survivors
Tue, Sep 25, 2001; by stef.
I wrote the following poem for all those who will never get the
one thing they want most.
We will survive. Feel free to share and post but please let me
know if you put it on another site. My e-mail is Queenofpoets20@aol.com
The Call
by: Stephanie Lewis
The silence of complexity
The joy found in being busy
It was all shattered by the sound in the air
The oh's and ah's changed to screams of terror
One moment I knew so much
The next moment I knew nothing
In the blink of an eye someone stole my security away
Like a thief in the night they stole what I treasured the most
I as a friend helped to comfort others
But I as a sister cried out for you
I didn't know how you were I just hoped and prayed you were safe
And when I heard the words,
"I'm safe," uttered from your lips into the phone
I collapsed into a ball
I cried for my sister was safe
Yet a part of me was in pain
For someone tonight was getting a call also
But their call wouldn't set them free
Their call will put them in more pain than ever
And it is for these people I write this
For all the siblings, parents and friends
Who tonight will not get that grateful reprieve
I say for them who cannot, "I am safe,"
Not in life but in death "I am safe in the arms of our heavenly father"
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