A poem by Mary Oliver

From: The Journey

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 rug

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 laden

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voice behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly recognised 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 that you could save.

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