It's a tough road we, a survivors, must travel. It's filled with potholes and construction. Anyway you look, you can see barren land that was forgotten by time. You can see for miles...the loneliness sets in.
It's not a road we chose to travel, but one that was chosen for us by uncontrolable 'forces'. It's a dark, lonely, terrifiying road, littered with painful memories. A gloomy road, where ghosts appear to slow your progress.
There is no choice, but to walk it. It's unavoidable, but fear grips you, as you wonder what awaits for you at the end. It's horrifying and so very real and lonely.
But if you were to look to your side, you'd see another survivor appear, as if a mirage, then another, until the road is filled with them. All as bewildered and scared as you are.
Tentively, you reach your hand out to touch one...to really see if they are real. They are...relief fills you with the knowledge that you're not alone on this dark and scary road.
Everyone smiles shyly at one another. Then as if it was calling you, all your heads turn towards the dreary stretch of road before you. The smiles slowly leave your faces and are at first replaced with paralizing fear, then slowly...something else...determination.
Ahead you see a cracked road filled with potholes, caution and detour signs, ghosts and very painful memories. Buzzards can be heard circling over you, patiently waiting for one of you to give up.
A unanimoius deep breath is heard, as hands are joined together. Slowly, one foot infront of the other, you begin to walk the toughest road of your life...together.
By Gabriel June 2001 |
