Past the middle of life, I realized I was lost
In a dark wood with no path forward at all,
But still I had somewhere I wanted to go
And some things I wanted to say, so I
Stayed. I discovered I could live in the dark
Wood for a surprisingly long time, although
I can't say I ever got comfortable or unafraid.
The longer I stayed, the more I had to accept
That no magical beasts, no spirit guide,
No door in the woods would appear
To lead me onward. This wasn't a comedy.
It held no divinity. There was a dark wood
In front of me, behind me, all around me, but
As long as I could live with that I would.
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