Mary Oliver’s poem journey speaks to the challenges we face when we embark on a journey of self-discovery and self-exploration. It is a discernment process, distinguishing the voices of parents and society from our true voice of authenticity.

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.

© 1986 Mary Oliver From Dream Work

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