Leaving the Battlefield

I walked stealthily, my eyes foraging the mess.

I walked away from the field, towards the Horizon.

The battle was over, silence took over.

I couldn’t be sure, were the enemies all dead?

They could lurk behind the shadows and strike me unawares. 

I had gained some distance, when I broke into a run.

The sound of my footsteps mattered no more.

I had to get away. Far far away.

I stopped to catch my breath and resumed the run again.

A smile spread across my face, slowly as the breeze.

It grew wider and into a laughter.

It was over. I knew it.

It was all over.

The enemy had fallen.

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I had escaped with a few scratches here & there,

a broken lip I got from the fall,

a few more scratches on my hands,

and a deep gash on my right foot.

That would heal with time!

There was just one thing, ruling my mind.

The enemy had fallen.

You could say ‘fallen back’, ‘retreated’ or even ‘dead’.

For 2015 would never return.

I had seen to that!

I went ahead, my heart beating fast,

my spirits soaring,

I embraced what was ahead of me,

and before I knew,

the time had begun the healing.