After the Math

by Constance Williams

Is sullen the same as sad?
I think not
The hopelessness as it relates to me
is no longer there:  No more sullen
But the sadness for those with missing parts is everywhere
Everywhere I have feeling
Sept.11 2002
1 year after impact
1 year after impact
365 days after impact
A birthday of sorts
Sadness resonates in my soul for the loss of loved ones not mine
The pain is related to me like distant family
Mine but not mine
through ties other than blood
Certainly not water
Humanity is really my family
Why else would I shed tears for blood with no ties?
Why else would my heart hurt at the core?
I've loss too
Something for which there is no name
An awareness that reality is forever altered
looms anonymously above what I use to know
If I let my mind consume and devour the notion
that humanity is my family 
I am forever altered
No longer the same
Who am I now?
Evolution in the flesh
I am more than I was last year
I am evolution in the flesh
Shedding the old and embracing the brand new
Looking forward to the years to come
In my humanness
With all my humanness
Despite my humanness
I will love my family
I will love humanity
I will love humanity... My family

After the Math by Constance Williams

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