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Dialysis Discussion => Dialysis: Humor, Pictures, Stories and Poems => Topic started by: meadowlandsnj on December 04, 2006, 04:45:34 PM
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I was just browsing the internet and I came across a poetry page with this poem on it--it really hit me as something relevant in my life with the feelings I've been feeling about being back on dialysis and feeling unfulfilled in my life.
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.
EDITED: Moved post to proper thread - Goofynina/Moderator
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Outstanding poem Meadowlandsnj. It's funny that sometimes when we need something it just appears.