Image: Manuel Rodriguez Sanchez
In any life long pursuit it’s the last bit that is often the hardest.
Getting the writing done.
The editing.
The endless rewrites.
Maintaining belief that what you are doing is worthwhile
That you have an audience.
An audience who will connect with your words
Who will appreciate the drama you present
Get the metaphors
Understand and empathise with your themes
Your characters,
Tell others, write encouraging comments
Give you that sense of being heard.
One’s life is so like this
From birth to death we all headed in the same direction.
All we do marks us for the person we are.
Do we give or take?
In those last miles of life in sight
Do we doubt our ability?
Those remaining steps
The effort required
The breath we have to use
The physical strength which
Saps as we put one foot ahead of the other
Knowing we are being drawn towards an inevitable end.
That final step achieved,
Where we can at last be at peace
Relinquishing human form and earthy ties
There to greet us is our unearthly form
Welcoming us home.
An old man walks along the tracks of life
He is tied
He has walked far enough
One last obstacle awaits
A two-mile set of steps.
There is no going back
One foot after another he sets off.
Ahead of him an old man looks down
Smiles, knowing below him the old man
Will persevere
The goal worth the effort.
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/12/23/photo-prompt-40-december-23-2014/
Morpethroad 
Fantastic!
Thank you so much. Merry Christmas to you.
Well said Sir!!
DJ
Thank you. Enjoy the holiday season.
Wonderful commentary on the journey life (& of a writer). I hope those 2 mile steps are actually escalators to Heaven’s gate. The man is tired, if good, he deserves some ease, some pleasantness in his final journey.
That’s a good thought about the escalator. Be nice wouldn’t it, those last two miles.
Every step counts! What a steely, hopeful and encouraging poem Michael…
Thank you so much praj, enjoy your Christmas Day.
Our journeys are often hard, as we grow older they become tedious. Very well written Michael.
They do get tedious at times but always interesting as one never quite knows what might happen next. Though you’d like to think our end is not as uphill as the image suggests.
It is always the last stretch that is the toughest and the most rewarding…bravo!! love this very much, Michael.
Thank you Oliana you are very kind.