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You skillfully expressed..: You skillfully expressed how many of us feel. Thanks for sharing. Write on!

This feels like a quiet: This feels like a quiet surrender to the present—an acceptance of stillness, of solitude, of the ambiguous space between despair and peace. The imagery is striking, sculpting a world where even movement is frozen, where mist becomes memory and silence carries a weight of its own. There's something deeply reflective about this—acknowledging the bleakness yet refusing to reject it, instead finding meaning in its eerie beauty. The final lines hold the most power. "I'll take Now" can be seen as  statement of choice, of willingness, of recognising that the present—however stark, however imperfect—is all there is. In that acceptance, there is a kind of freedom. Even in stillness, even in quiet desolation, there is room for thought, for existence, for the smallest fragments of hope. Should the reader be feeling the pull of solitude, the weight of reflection, we can know that we are not alone in it. And maybe, like the poem suggests, there is something to be found in simply being— without needing to force an answer, without needing to define where we are. Sometimes, it is enough to simply exist. We are here, and that is what matters.

would make some cool folk: would make some cool folk song lyrics

deep and thought provoking in: deep and thought provoking in its own way. good job

Every line of this: Every line of this silver-toned, softly lilting summary of life’s journey is a tribute to all of us who walk this human path. It’s very enlightening, even cathartic, to take such a broad and honest assessment of one’s life as you did in these melodic stanzas.    You speak with aching eloquence, a silken voice and wistful reflection about relatable regrets, an untouchable past and priceless experience that, in the end, amounts to a life well lived and years well spent regardless of what was unfinished.    A striking contemplation that floats upon the heart. Well done! 

Like braided hair this: Like braided hair this touches the mind and heart about self and parents. Deeply moving.

There is a depth of sadness: There is a depth of sadness there that refuses to be fathomed.