I Am Free
By Carey Bustard
As I sat in my office chair
I realized I had forgotten
To turn off my curling iron.
I pulled out a file
In the cabinet by my desk,
Opened it to read
To see which argument was best.
As my mind began
To work this out,
A plane hit
And no one knew what was about.
The tower went up
Flames were everywhere.
People were screaming.
I grabbed my purse to get out of there.
But all to late
I boarded the elevator
Not knowing that
It was there I would meet my fate.
Two Towers fell.
The World was shocked
Not knowing what to do and
For most, it became a living Hell.
Not for me.
I was safe,
And sound,
Where Streets had no name,
Where I was Free.
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