The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep…

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For years, I have been haunted by these words – by their imagery and metaphor, their ambivalence, their struggle, their resolution. By the way they encompass everything I feel; the days I long to dwell in the woods and take comfort in the darkness because it is so much easier than having to show up; than having to fight a never-ending battle to stay one step ahead of the shadows; never far behind me. Because it is so much easier to give in to the heaviness that settles upon me, to get lost in the loneliness of the woods with no desire to be found, than to find the strength to get out of bed and face another day.

But I promised myself I would fight, and never stop fighting, for the life I deserve. For the life my children deserve. To turn the ashes of the generations before me into a structure of strength and beauty that the generations ahead will walk into with sure feet and fierce hearts.

Though some days weak, I am never defeated.

This is my reminder.

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

and miles to go before I sleep.

And miles to go before I sleep.”

(Robert Frost)

7 thoughts on “The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep…

  1. Kathy…..you seem to write what I’m feeling at this very moment. Hopefully the heavy weight in my gut will someday be a distant memory.

  2. I love that poem. Your interpretation is beautiful, extraordinary! Thank you. I am finding it very difficult to not be lost in the loneliness.

  3. Thank you for sharing . It resonates deeply within because it is connected with Silence . Over the years silence has helped me to discover myself , of who and where I am , away from this noisy world , where there is so much hate and intolerance .

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