by Tao Oliveto

There’s nothing like a poem from someone who is thinking about you. I received this from a friend:

One day you finally knew what you had to, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — and 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.

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–

(Do you know what you have to do?)

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