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I Am Alive

December 24, 2004

12/16/2001


I am alive
I soar with the spirits of a new generation
My voice rises from the ashes of my former self
And I sing a new song.


I am not the man I once was.
Then — I hid behind the insecurities of my former self
Now — my spine is broken and I see clearly.


I have lost much
Some may say that in losing I have gained,
Yet I know that the gain comes, not in having survived the loss, but in spite of it.


I am cleaner, purer,
I am burned beyond all recognition, charred, smoldering,
Yet all who see me call me beautiful.


I still struggle for meaning,
Every day I journey through all of the hidden piles of rubble and call out names.
And wonder why.




“I Am Alive” is my poem in tribute to those who perished on September 11, 2001.  It was my attempt to set a somewhat hopeful tone to our new beginning as a country, to encourage a new phoenix to arise from the ashes of our former selves.  If I wrote this poem today, I think it would be much more pessimistic about the possibility of change – the last three years haven’t shown us heading in a positive direction.

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2 comments

  1. Loved reading this poem of yours

    Thank you for sharing


  2. Just droped by to see what is your latest…I enjoyed reading Im Alive again



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