The Journey


One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
thought the voices around you kept shouting
their bad advice --
thought the whole house
began to tremble and you felt the old bug at your ankles,
"Mind my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop
You knew what you had to do,
thought the wind pried with its stiff fingers.

at the very foundations ---
thought their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late enough,
and a wild night,
and the read full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept our company
as you stride deeper and deeper into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do ---
determined to save
the only life you could save.

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