It still wouldn’t open.
I cried and beat my head against the wood.
Still, the door would not budge.
Others tried it too.
Some were older;
Many were younger.
The widows and orphans - they also tried.
The door of pain and fear remained firm in its intent.
All I wanted to do was to go
Back into the past
Before September 11th.
I wasn’t afraid of tall buildings.
CNN was not one of my addictions.
My husband could work peacefully at his office w/out me calling ten times a day.
The sound of an airplane flying low didn’t cause me to worry.
I could kiss my daughter goodbye at her departure gate.
I planned for my future.
I need to open that door.