Poem: The Journey

Than­ks to hopeev­ey for the point­er to this poem.

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.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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