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The Trapped Soul - Original Writing
A mist that covers everything has descended over the battlefields of
Borodino; no longer are the sounds of war heard, the cries of injured
men has stopped. A black shape starts to emerge from the grey smog, a
lost trapped soul wandering the battlefield after this fateful
afternoon. This figure of a ghost however is focused on one thing,
finding his friend; he searches through the mist, but to no avail. The
heavens are grey, the air is grey everything is grey. Accept for the
battle colours of dead French soldiers and the half torn flags that
are sinking into the bog, just like the heavy cannons and cavalry
found.
Some eighty thousand soldiers died that day in the battle; fifty
thousand died defending Moscow buying time for the population of the
capital to escape from Napoleons rule.
The bloodiest one-day battle in the Napoleonic wars started on a
morning that was so tranquil, so beautiful that it’s hard to imagine
the difference come the end of the day. Not a soul stirred in the
Russian camp, exhausted after their one hundred and ten kilometre walk
from Moscow: A cockerel crowed in the distance, signalling the dawn of
a new day. Dimitry a peasant soldier of the Tsar, woken by the gentle
breeze that caressed his innocent face, the sunlight danced, dappled
through the tree that had protected him from a midnight downpour.
Dimitry was a lanky figure compared to his smaller grubbier friend
even though they were of similar age. Mikhail looked as if he had a
lot more life experience. Dimitry lay on his back gazing at the clouds
in the blue morning sky imagining what glory lay ahead of him today,
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...r, which makes his decision even harder. Standing in front of
this friend on the floor deciding whether to let Dimitry live and
escape to tell the generals to evacuate the base or whether to kill
Dimitry and have the chance to capture the Russian generals. He
follows orders and does his duty. Dimitry is no more. Yet Mikhail did
not weep and did not cry he was in a state of shock. Mikhail later
died leading a bayonet charge on the base camp of the Russian
generals. Here he lies forever more holding the tricoleur.
There two men lie, first they seem allies, then just friends and now
it seems they cannot make amends for the deed which one man has done
and the need for forgiveness, which he needs. A black shape starts to
emerge from the grey smog, a lost trapped soul wandering the
battlefield after this fateful afternoon.
Fredrick Douglass once said, “Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.” Coming from the advanced, civilized society we live in, there is never a second guess on how much reading and writing can affect our lives. In Dark Night of the Soul, by Richard Miller, Miller offers us the question, whether or not writing can generate a greater sense of connection to the world. In many places throughout the earth, writing is used to broaden people’s perspectives, as well as form a connection with the world. In the United Arab Emirates for example, a focus on literacy has allowed them to become civilized in the eyes of many advanced countries. But with a positive always comes a negative, with examples of this being the 1995 Oklahoma City Bombing, Story of Chris McCandles, and Columbine Shooting, all in which writing narrowed a persons ideas, causing them to act out due to the disconnection they felt with the world. This idea of narrowing and broadening perspective shows its true influence, that dependent on the material, writing can affect us all, allowing us in our own personal ways, to be “free.”
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall. Sylvia Plath’s poem “Mirror” is a sad expression of a woman’s perception of her own self-worth, based primarily on her outward appearance and her inability to come to terms with her aging. The work utilizes the literary devices of personification, imagery, and symbolism, to emphasize the poems theme of human vanity and the subsequent fear of aging. Plath personifies the mirror as a first person narrator, taking on two forms.
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