A tear falls in Manhattan

I am a tear. I am born. I fall from the sky. I land on the earth to begin my life.

 

I am sterile. I am water. I am clear but EMPTY. What am I here for? What is my purpose? I search for FULL-fullness.

 

My last memory is not pleasant 9-11-01. I am over run by thick dry dirt, attempting to wipe out my existence. I have not yet had a chance to live. I feel pain. I am immobile. I must break free. I must live.

 

Part of me escapes, as a small and discolored drip. My progress is slowed. I am no longer whole. A large part of whom and what I am, was left behind, trapped forever in the dirt, a constant reminder of my past experience in the darkness.

 

I find strength and once again move onward into the unknown, to live. To find purpose, with hope, I move on.

 

A gentle breeze blows. I feel myself moving. I hope in the right direction. The wind picks up. Unexpectedly I find myself soaring with the wind and landing in a green meadow.

 

I have landed on the petal of a beautiful flower. My future was up in the air, though, now I am grounded. I am not whole, though I am at piece.

 

Will this be my purpose and my place in the world? I look to the sky while a lark passes overhead. I watch, in wonder and mystery at the gentle bird soaring in the wind.

Reviews

[Helena]

Craig, this was beautiful, truly beautiful. I am actually lost for words and can't begin
to explain how I feel about this write. I felt privileged and honored to have read
this. It was like stepping on hallowed ground while reading through the lines and
beyond to learn first hand just what that horrific experience was like for you. I
applaud you for finding the words to do so.

It just shows clearly the resilience of the human spirit, that one can find the words
to crawl their way back from such dark devastation and find solace in the delicateness of a gentle
lark soaring the vast sky.

Keep writing my friend, don't ever stop. Thank you for submitting this to my "A Chance
To Shine Contest"! ~ Helena

[Xhia-mora]

this is really a beautiful poem. wow i'm truly stunned. you gave life to a raindrop. i love the writing flow this poem made me tear up a little.
thank you for sending me this read request

[Kim Brooksyn]

I think you did a nice job giving life to this raindrop. There's a good story behind this and I sense hope somewhere within it. I feel as if I was there.

[Karen Roddy]

Just A Really, Realy Beautiful Poem Craig.....! To Receive a Calling From The Final Moments of Those Who Perished In The Attacks of 9/11, September 11, 2001, will raise Mankind to its' Higher Ground. It is very clear from your Gifted Portrayal of that Day that you are a Chosen One for archiving 9/11 so that it is Steadfast in the Annals of Time.

[Karen Roddy]

Waiting For Your Book AND Movie!!!! Wishing You All The Strength Love Can Give To Remember and Tell Your Experience Over and Over, Again and Again So Those Who Perished On This Day with the 9/11 Attacks, September 11, 2001, Will Remain In Our Hearts and Minds FOREVER!

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Simply Superb writing and flow!!! This one is a real honour to read.. so touching it almost brought me to tears.. since 9/11 so many things have changed and even for me things seemed so different after that morning! I think many feel vulnerable feeling something so terrible "could" happen these days in on our great continent! Thank you for sharing and inspiring me.. your work is truly deep in the many messages contained within this writing!

[DanaRegen]

Wow Craig, fantastic poem I applaud you for this, keep up the great poem writing, you really have a good talent, and a faliure is a always a new inspiration, so just keep reaching for the stars and good luck!!!
-Dana :)

[Wildfleour]

We have an outer purpose and an inner purpose. When the two come together we find peace.

Your work on 9/11 was of a high outer purpose.

[J.Black]

Ah what a lovely write you have here Craig. Where there is darkness there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

[Emily B]

Out of darkness and into the light you will find life. And hope.

This is a beautiful write. Travelling mercies to you on your way . . .