SOLITARY SOLDIER

It was a dreary afternoon as the storm clouds overhead continued to cross the war zone like an angry tide eager to roll through with a fury of destruction. A soldier lay almost paralyzed with fear of the enemy, and from multiple injuries received in battle. Slowly, guardedly crawling to safety, the soldier was suddenly plunging downward, falling, falling, falling into a grave of grief. After waking to reality, the soldier found herself buried alive, trapped within a tomb of devastation whose thick, dark walls intimidated her spirit, ground anxieties into her mind, and brought a sense of helplessness to her soul. She was a solitary soldier
drafted into war on the home-front battlefield.



Lynn


Copyright 1999