Beauty, Creativity, and Healing
Edited By Bandy Lee, Nancy Olson and Thomas Duffy
From the Battlefield
by Kofi George
Running through the old worn out streets, the loud sounds of people resonate in my path as I form a new trail with my moving feet. Not a straightforward one, but one that gets the job done, nonetheless. It is a while since I last stopped—days, months, and years—perhaps. Who keeps track of something so meaningless such as time spent when I am going towards something safer? Loud explosions deafen my ears as I try to avoid their material form and smoke clouds grow larger. The presence of grey concrete and outmoded buildings flow through my eyes as I retire my guard by slipping into an abandoned alley to take a shallow breath. An unknown destination that has become my home, strange people who have become my family members, and a never-ending landscape that has become as small as the lines on my palms. It is the way I have developed over the years that these images always reoccur in the depths of my brain. I have never seen myself as a hero, the Superman or Batman of the world. Life is far from perfection assumed in those characters in heroic form. I am the rebel. The one who must take risks to survive in the environment I find myself currently.
I never feel comfortable telling my story—too dangerous. Maybe it is because I have always been afraid of what I would say about what I have gone...
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