Belief

BELIEF Hard to breathe in this crystalline air I can feel it’s sharpness. Nights are seldom pleasant almost always dangerous. Charles moves at night dug in we wait for the attack. We ceded the night to them; now laying here listening, straining to hear movement, afraid of my loud heartbeat worried it will give me away. This has become my world and uncertainty is common. Tonight I can taste the tension we are isolated, me and a scout, each also alone in thought’s, loneliness of heart and soul. Are they searching for us, or just moving their supplies, this constant flow of people? The radio’s antenna has failed we can hear others talking our radio cannot talk to them. Two men forgotten and lost sinking into our private worlds. For me the night is all I have dawn is far away, too far, as is the light of the world I left. I realise I probably will die tonight this night will become the last. Tension has grown to breaking yet I pray in these moments, hopeless moments, of straining life; in these last precious moments just know that I believe.