The Mirror

I stand at the edge looking down in the empty, barren, fruitless wasteland,
Stretched before me in all its grandeur and glory.
Beckoning to me, calling, seducing.

The vultures circle above, waiting, watching, praying, hoping, longing,
Encouraging.
I take a small step forward to the cheer of all those who have turned out to see me,
The ones gone before.
Cheers meant to sway me, to entice, to appeal.

Taking one last look around before the plunge, there on the hill behind me blinding me, is a lone soul looking on.
Whispering to me.
I take a look at the path, it was rocky and traitorous at best.
It would be easier to take the dive.

But is the easy way always the best?

Without realizing it I started the path.
I slip, slide, crawl up the hill amid the mocking, jeering, insult and malicious laughter.
Laughter of my greatest fans.

There are many obstacles, and the thought of giving up flitters across my mind,
Caressingly.
I entertain it but for a second before the whisper drifted to me.
I continue...

Finally,
The end.
Taking a step forward I halt in front of the figure.
Only to find myself looking at....
ME?.!