Diaries Magazine
Alone, it proudly
stands. Does it lead the charge
forward, or has it fallen behind in retreat? I suspect I know the truth, yet cannot bring myself to face
it. For it is my lone soldier, a
solitary hair one quarter of an inch ahead of all others along my
hairline. I’ve named it
Braveheart, but am not yet ready to grant it the freedom it so desperately desires.