The Journey
One day you finally knew
  what you had to do, and began,
  though the voices around you
  kept shouting
  their bad advice–
  though the whole house
  began to tremble
  and you felt the old tug
  at your ankles.
  “Mend my life!”
  each voice cried.
  But you didn’t stop.
  You knew what you had to do,
  though the wind pried
  with its stiff fingers
  at the very foundations,
  though their melancholy
  was terrible.
  It was already late
  enough, and a wild night,
  and the road 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 you company
  as you strode deeper and deeper
  into the world,
  determined to do
  the only thing you could do–
  determined to save
  the only life you could save.
It was already late enough, and a wild night
  
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