Quite the ride


One day you finally knew

what you had to do….and begun

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 it’s stiff fingers

at the very foundations

though their melancholy

was terrible

It was already late

enough, and a wild night

and the road was full of fallen

branches and stones

But little by little

as you left the voices behind

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of cloud

and their was a new voice

which you slowly

recognised as your own

that kept you company

as you started deeper and deeper

determined to do

the only thing you could do –

determined to save

the only life…

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