Traveling the unknown

There is light at the end of the woods
But it is the darkness which
I traverse Never fully knowing where the path leads
only forward marks the way out
Occasionally the moon gleams through
the smallest break in the trees
Then it dips away again
Yet I carry on anyway
Finding what it is I seek
Little by little
A voice beckons to me
faint though it sometimes may be
Keeps me anchored
Keeps me going
Acting as a light
the fire within