Re: The Journey - going NC

[Guest guest]

Love it! Printing it out and putting it on the fridge, maybe it will give me

the courage

>

> Hey all, I just read this poem (by Pulitzer Prize winner Oliver)

> and thought wow, this perfectly describes the struggle of going

> no-contact.

>

> I thought some of you might find it helpful, too:

>

>

> The Journey

>

> 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.

>

[Guest guest]

I loved this!!! It gave me chills, thank you for sharing. I forwarded it on to

a friend in a similar situation.

lgarter518 wrote: Love it! Printing it out and

putting it on the fridge, maybe it will give me the courage

>

> Hey all, I just read this poem (by Pulitzer Prize winner Oliver)

> and thought wow, this perfectly describes the struggle of going

> no-contact.

>

> I thought some of you might find it helpful, too:

>

>

> The Journey

>

> 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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[Guest guest]

thank you - yes, this is an excellent description of the emotional

upheaval of going no contact.

Sylvia

-- In WTOAdultChildren1 , " lettydale "

wrote:

>

> Hey all, I just read this poem (by Pulitzer Prize winner

Oliver)

> and thought wow, this perfectly describes the struggle of going

> no-contact.

>

> I thought some of you might find it helpful, too:

>

>

> The Journey

>

> 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.

>

[Guest guest]

Hey Lettydale!! I love the poem. It is so right on with the KO's

journey. Thanks for posting it. Dee

>

> Hey all, I just read this poem (by Pulitzer Prize winner Oliver)

> and thought wow, this perfectly describes the struggle of going

> no-contact.

>

> I thought some of you might find it helpful, too:

>

>

> The Journey

>

> 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.

>