Words have always been my superpower, my refuge, my source of strength. On September 11 those words failed me, and continued to fail me for some time. With an understanding of how important first person accounts are, I finally put pen to paper to chronicle my experience in poetic form, from daybreak until nightfall. I mounted my words on a photo that does not show the towers, but, instead, depicts what my heart and soul were feeling, still feel to this day.