The Phoenix Rises

I sit. The fire; crashing, crackling around me. Yet, I sit. The being I once was is no more. I sit, quietly. No longer shall I fear what is unknown. I sit. I live. All will be known to me. I sit with you. The heros and the forgotten, one and the same. I sit with them. Here. Where I sat before. And shall sit again. To rise, with them.

Written in 2001 to commemorate those lost on 9/11.