Life was perfect.

The day was dull,

but I felt good.

Then, the incident.

Was it an earthquake?

Was it a bomb?

There was fire

but no though

of possible death.

No contact with my family.

Only dead bodies

in pieces and everywhere

Tower two fell

as did my hope for life,

but I had to persist.

Needed to reach NYU

to find my brother

to contact my family

Found my wife,

I was safe.

Then shock attacked.

Eyes stuck closed,

covered in blood,

disoriented.

Traveled to my family.

Everyone was there,

everyone hugged.

It all hit.

I collapsed.

I cried.

People called.

I knew I was loved.

I felt special.

The event stuck with me.

Ashes in my nose

dust in my ears.

Nightmares.

Therapy.

Startled by sirens.

It will pass,

but for now,

I have scars.