Cryptic Passage کے بول

Snow crunches beneath my feet As I traverse the forest path A soft breeze caresses my skin Like a mother's gentle touch The trees bow down before me Their skeletal limbs heavy with ice Naked, alone, desperate No hope, no warmth, just cold I'm swallowed in the darkness Absorbing all the pain Such torture self-inflected To learn the truth in being All this time not knowing why Searching for the reasons Only now, in death, do I understand This cryptic passage called life