The Journey by Mary Oliver


follow your own path

‘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 housebegan 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 lateenough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallenbranches 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.

walk your own path