"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
which kept you company
as you strolled deeper and deeper into the world
determined to do the only thing you could do
determined to save the only life you could save.
~ Mary Oliver

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