Perseverance

I'm growing tired but I have to keep going,
The waters are rough but I have to keep rowing.

Where am i to find the strength,
To gather my might and go the length.

It's hard, it's hard I sigh and gasp,
I want to shout and cry and an island clasp.

But deep inside within my 'I',
A voice says go forth go forth without asking why.

The island you search for is within your 'I',
Know this and the gathering moss will forever die.

The little voice resounds of a thousand trumpets not in sight,
From the blinding darkness I begin to see the light.

The gasps vanish, the tears dry,
I am ready for more, what's there to sigh.

The pain is now, the memory will pass,
What I dream of will one day surely come to last.