Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.
ok, so i'm posting one more thing before i turn on one of my crappy comedies and hit the sheets. i love, love, love this poem. pretty much i love literature, and i love picking things apart and finding meaning. you know, all that nerdy, bookish stuff.
i'm getting the last several lines of the poem tattooed sometime in the nearish future. this is why: the man (or woman) in this poem stops in the middle of the dark woods. this place is beautiful and comfortable for him, but it makes his horse uncomfortable, like "what are you doing here, this place isn't for you." and the man (or woman) realizes that he can't stay there because he has promises he needs to fulfill and "miles to go" before he sleeps.
so, personally for me: i feel like my darkness, the depression, self loathing, anxiety, etc, is what is comfortable to me. it's my woods that is lovely, dark, and deep. but it's not my woods to stay in, that's not the truth i choose to embrace for myself anymore. i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep. and so i need to keep heading forward- keep recovering. my promises are my girls, my husband, and myself. and that's why i need to remember not to stay in those woods, they belong to someone else.
on a closing note- i think the time is drawing near when i might be ready to share the chain of events that lead to my stay at philhaven. it's hard to tell, but it is an amazing story of God's awesomeness... so, i'm debating.
ooh that's beautiful kelly! and i love "terrible" comedies too, they're the best to watch before sleep, put your mind at ease and turn off the worries - for me at least. :) i like reading your blog, look forward to hearing the rest of your story whenever.
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