The
snow
slows
.
b
u
t
.
never
.
l
e
t
s
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

 ~ it
never
.
l
e
t
s
.
go
.
o
f
.
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
road,
.
.
t
h
a
t
.
.
knows
.
its
.
w
a
y
.
back
home . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It’s
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
road,
.
.
t
h
a
t
.
.
knows
.
its
.
w
a
y
.
back
home . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
still,
.
I
choose
.
t
o
.
be
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

I
choose
.
t
o
.
be
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
avoid
.
t
h
e
.
ghosts
.
o
f
.
shadows . . .

–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
shadows
.
o
f
.
ghosts . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

 ~ I
avoid
.
t
h
e
.
ghosts
.
o
f
.
shadows . . .

–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
shadows
.
o
f
.
ghosts . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
h
a
t
–
–
–
dance
with
.
t
h
e
.
echoes,
–
–
melancholy
.
memories
pose . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
it
snows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It
snows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It
snows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It
snows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It
snows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
l
l
–
–
–
over
.
t
h
a
t
.
road . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

 ~ all
over
.
t
h
e
.
only
road,
.
.
t
h
a
t
.
.
knows
.
its
.
w
a
y
.
back
home . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It’s
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
road . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It’s
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
road . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.

It’s
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
road,
.
.
t
h
a
t
.
.
knows
.
its
.
w
a
y
.
back
home . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
still,
.
I
choose
.
t
o
.
be
alone.

Reflection:  This is a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote in February of 2025 where the contemplator looks back on a past filled with haunting memories of abuse, heartbreak, sadness, emptiness, and loneliness. We get the feeling he/she seeks healing and consolation and contemplates returning home – but the sinking feelings that frequently accompany such memories prevent that from happening. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful, gem of a song “Everybody’s Gotta Learn Sometime” by The Korgis which I played in the background to create the “moodset” and inspire the writing of the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.