There is a sense of resignation that comes across to me. I’m asking myself what part of me is reading into that or is it there. Because it’s different from acceptance. Your poem has me pondering what might be amiss there for me. Thank you.
It could be acceptance or resignation. There is a realization that comes with being near death. It is a natural process. There is no use in fighting it, one accepts. There is no
sadness or giving up. One embraces the experience. There is a sense if invulnerability in
being spared fully knowing that one will be called upon to accept the inevitable.
As a 75yo with an accumulated list of “almost” and “close calls” along the way, I totally relate. There seems to come a quiet acceptance of the future that makes the appreciation of each day that much sweeter. Thank you for the work.
Yes, those close calls lead to peaceful acceptance. i do not have fear of the inevitable. Each day is precious. Thank you for letting me know you could relate to this poem.
There’s something very powerful in accepting death without ceasing to love life. Here, “borrowed time” doesn’t feel like a debt, but a gift lived fully to the very last minute.
There is a sense of resignation that comes across to me. I’m asking myself what part of me is reading into that or is it there. Because it’s different from acceptance. Your poem has me pondering what might be amiss there for me. Thank you.
It could be acceptance or resignation. There is a realization that comes with being near death. It is a natural process. There is no use in fighting it, one accepts. There is no
sadness or giving up. One embraces the experience. There is a sense if invulnerability in
being spared fully knowing that one will be called upon to accept the inevitable.
The key line for acceptance us “Just rest, finally.”
As a 75yo with an accumulated list of “almost” and “close calls” along the way, I totally relate. There seems to come a quiet acceptance of the future that makes the appreciation of each day that much sweeter. Thank you for the work.
Yes, those close calls lead to peaceful acceptance. i do not have fear of the inevitable. Each day is precious. Thank you for letting me know you could relate to this poem.
There’s something very powerful in accepting death without ceasing to love life. Here, “borrowed time” doesn’t feel like a debt, but a gift lived fully to the very last minute.