The Journey

If there is one perfect poem in the world written for divorced woman, I think it must be 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.


6 thoughts on “The Journey

  1. This poem is fantastic. My husband was the one who left me. Yet still this resonates with me as it is my choice to answer the deep inner voice to heal “me” inside and to stop listening to my other voices of trying to mend broken pieces that are not fixable.

    • Thank you – I love it too. I asked my husband to leave our home (you can see the Harvard post for the story), but he really “left” the marriage years before that. I just didn’t realize it yet. And I was running around making myself crazy trying to fix the unfixable. Thank you for commenting and sharing your story. I’m so glad you’re taking good care of yourself.

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