Guest guest Posted January 2, 2008 Report Share Posted January 2, 2008 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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