Pregnant with Poetry

Sitting in on my last Global Studies class today, a voice whispered to me...
One day you finally knew what you had to do and began,
though the voices around you kept shouting,
though the whole house trembled,
though the wind pried it's stiff fingers around your very foundation,
though the melancholy was terrible.
Little by little you left their voices behind
and the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice which you recognised as your own.
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.

Long live this journey!