“The Journey”

This poem has nothing to do, really, with baby loss. Yet it spoke to me, as I’m finding the “who I am now” after the loss. Perhaps it will speak to you, too!

“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.

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2 Responses to “The Journey”

  1. This truly is very moving. For me, it means weeding out the voices of your self-doubt, your grief and though acknowledging them, knowing that you are the only one who can walk yourself down the path. The callings of the others resemble the fears, anxieties, pain, hopes, and dreams that you may have as you acknowledge now that you are walking as a new person down a road, even filled with things to trip you up, still are lighted by the emerging stars.

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