Thanks for distracting him!
my chance to escape...?
... where ever I turn, where ever I run, there is no escaping my destiny...
I can run no further, I fall to my knees.
The cross stands tall and firm. Its shadow has always been upon me. Whatever twisted path the journey of my life would take I should always have known this is where it would lead to.
When I rise again, I will run no longer but walk up to it and stand in front of it. Raise my arms up so it can take hold of me. On tiptoes. With my wrists fixed, I'll try, if I can, at least to lift up one foot to where I guess they'd like to place it. I'd do my best to place the other one too but maybe I'll need some helping hands there. Then I'll be up and arching out screaming and I'll forget myself, and yes, all else will no longer be my concern, such as another hand that, as I'm presented, with a flourish pulls away the last rag of modesty...