Rebuild Poem by Phil Panebianco

I write this with my heart drowning in it's own sorrow.
I write this with a heavy hand.
These images of this sickening time still so fresh in our minds.
Still so unimagineable, still so horrorfying.
Thoughts of what is to come is on our minds.
For this tragedy has changed the way we live.
But the question is, when or will it ever be the same again?
Everybody is at their wits end, tired, frustrated, searching for a ray of hope amid this carnage.
We are all left to pick up these shattered pieces.
Left to figure out this stupifying event.
To put back together our cherished city.
To rebuild our remarkable nation.