I am currently cyber-stalking myself; it’s kind of like masturbating only a lot more work. I have a restraining order against me.
A portrait and poem done by the artiste RC deWinter after hearing my story when we met on Twitter.
ON THE ROAD TO GOLGOTHA
There are many roads in this land, each different from the other, but they all lead to the same place and everyone carries a cross. Each cross – whether fashioned by a hand vindictive or merely indifferent – is unique.
We see each other along these roads, some of us stumbling, some of us stronger than others.
Have you encountered a stranger, name of Simon? I have heard of him, but he is unknown to me. Some, they say, welcome his curt help as he, just for a moment, shoulders the burden. Others shrug him off, neither needing nor wanting assistance.
We nod as we pass by, but often without much understanding.
For some – a lucky few – the way is almost easy. Their crosses, although sturdy, have been polished by some loving hand, the stones in the road almost smooth, rounded, easy on the feet.
Others, cut and bleeding, weeping in frustration, struggle every step of the way to reach the place of skulls.
And here I must stop, the sweat and sullen drops of blood obscure these myopic eyes.
Oh, where is my Veronica?
2011 RC deWinter
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