This is maybe a little out of the norm of what I write but I wanted to offer this to you. To be clear, I didn’t write this, it’s a poem that I do think speaks about finding one’s own voice and finding one’s own strength. While doing some cleaning and organizing of my own, I found this poem that I first heard when I was in psychotherapy school. I find it profound enough to share with you, I hope you receive something from it.
THE JOURNEY
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, thought 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 they only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.
~ Mary Oliver