The Journey by Mary Oliver

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.