I am not the same

I am not the same person I was September 10, 2001.

My nation is not the same.

I no longer marvel at tall buildings instead I wonder how fast they would fall.

I was afraid of flying, but had. Now I would need sedatives.

I was the only person in the house with a cell phone then.

I read about the first plane on Yahoo.


I saw the second on television.


Then the Pentagon was hit

The south tower collapsed


Flight 93 went down in Pennsylvania


The north tower went down


I cried alone at home

I am not the same person

America is not the same nation

9/11 changed everything and everyone.