I have a hard time dealing with the "helplessness" of it all. In the past few months, this has weighed more on my mind. It's hard to process and cope with that reality of being introduced to this world, of knowing it's inevitable that our life will end some day, and the cycle continues. You captured this so well, the growing up then returning to dependence. The instinct to create, the expectations of society, of being active members yet coming back to a sense of nothingness. A sense of loss even.

Felt this poem so much.