Bullets sprayed around him
Bombs burst seemingly everywhere.
So he started dodging across the field
Running to get to the other side.
Running, running and thought
I must believe.
He was well trained for conflicts;
At least that's what they said.
Yet he was unprepared for this, so
Running to get to the other side.
Running, running and thought
I must believe.
As he ran between bullets and bombs
He almost failed to notice
How many fellow infantry soldiers
Lay on the ground, dead or alive.
Running to get to the other side
Running, running and thought
I must believe
I must believe I will stay alive
All could not be destroyed.
It was up to him to collect all the pieces.
Each time he collected a good deed
From a fallen soldier, he collected a spark
And took another step towards home.
He must believe.
Bio
Concetta Pipia, JD, is the founder of the Aspiring Writers’ Society and the AWS e-zine where she is co-editor of same. Ms. Pipia has published both prose and poetry in: several anthologies, in an e-online literary publication,”Different Truths,” and has received several Certificates of Participation from The Fertile Brains (an international group of poets and writers). She is published in The Pine Cone Review’s special Issue – SURVIVAL 2022. She is an alumna of Parsons School of Design, Touro University School of Law and University of Phoenix (remote). Ms. Pipia is a certified well life coach.
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