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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Police (10/12/06)

TITLE: The Police-Man
By Niki Tschirgi
10/16/06


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There is a war raging. Itís been raging for some time. Maybe longer than a decade. Itís hard to tell because when one is in a time of war the hours turn into days, the days into weeks, and the weeks into years until they meld together in one kaleidoscope of color making it hard to tell where the colors began and where they should end. War is a funny thing. It does something to oneself. It wears down on the spirit. The once vibrant gain a hollow look in their eyes after awhile and the once young show signs of aging. Maybe not on the outside. But on the inside. In the heart. In the soul. In the very essence of who one is. In their spirit. For this particular war isnít fought with guns. It is not fought with an army. This war is fought alone. It is fought alone by choice. The enemy is not hidden. The enemy is in plain view. The enemy is herself. It is the war in her mind. And let me tell you, it rages on and on and rarely does it let up to give herself a reprieve from the onslaught of sheer terror. This woman fights hard. This woman loses often. And as soon as the first wave of attack is over, she barely has caught her breath before the onslaught begins again, picking up with as much ferocity as it left her with. I see this woman. I see her everyday. I bet you see her everyday too. She lifts her head high in declaration that today will be different. Today she will win this battle. Today is her turning point. But as she goes to battle with her hand made weapons and world hewn images in her mind, she is destined for failure and destined for loss. She goes right back into the prison from whence she came, using her same failing tactics. Blinded by the lies of the enemy. Bound by her wrong beliefs. It is her allowance that keeps her locked in her cell. A prisoner of war by her own demise. By her own thinking she has robbed the joy and embraced a life of black and white, totally void of color. Somebody has got to keep some order in this girls head. Who is it going to be? Sheís tried to do it. Sheís tried everyday. Is it going to be her mother? Can she save her? What about her brother? Her husband? Her children? Her friends? Who is going to do it? Wait. Theyíve tried. Theyíve told her the truth. Theyíve told her she was beautiful. But why, oh why, canít this one woman turn the tide in the war that rages in her mind? Because she listens to the enemy. The enemy is smart. The enemy is sly. The enemy tells her that her hair isnít long enough, her body isnít slight enough, and her lips arenít full enough. He parades unrealistic images before her eyes, taunting her. She tries to cover her eyes but I know she peeks. She sees the lies and she doesnít measure up. No matter that everyone tells her the truth. The lie is more powerful than the truth. What? That canít be so. A lie stronger than the truth? It is when she lets it be. She canít help herself. Not yet anyway. Her family and friends canít help her. She wonít let them. She needs someone stronger. Oh, she needs someone to help her turn the tide. And then He came. Well, He had always been there, but she finally saw Him. And when she saw Him, He came with authority. He came with power. He came with a vengeance. He set her free. He was the Police-Man. The Police-Man of her mind. He told her something that she could not deny and the lies of the enemy could not touch. He told her that she was made in His image. Formed by His hands. Made with wonder and joy. So the Police-Man took her hands He had formed in His hands that had created her and led her out of the prison. No longer did the terror lie in the mind of this woman who could not and would not see herself through the eyes of the one who created her. It only took the Police-Man to set her free.


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Sara Harricharan 10/19/06
This was pretty good-just a tip, next time add some spaces in between. It makes it easier to read. :)
Donna Emery10/20/06
A very vivid depiction of this battle and it described it so well. I agree that spacing would have made this excellent story easier to read.