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Out of Sorts

I feel out of sorts and don’t lie When I say that I can’t explain why, Or rather I could But nobody would Make sense of it, though they might try. I have some decisions to make, Though nothing important’s at stake. Yet, still I am stuck And not having much luck; Fear of change is a trait I can’t shake. Such an anxiousness often conceals Other issues, although it reveals Things I cannot express That are causing me stress; Lots of people know just how that feels.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/19/2022 3:52:00 AM

I have spoken to several close women friends who have been anxious and sad the last two weeks, and none of them know why. I told them they might be picking up on a "future" event. We are intuitive you know. I hope things get better, and the stress dissipates.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 7/18/2022 6:21:00 PM

Everyone can decide between "this" and "that", so make the time to consider the choices only between this choice and that choice until you reach your best choice! Should be easy for someone with your skills! Aloha!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/18/2022 3:05:00 PM

You're not alone Ilene, I hate change too especially when we get taken away from our comfort zone. Tom

Janice Canerdy

Date: 7/18/2022 2:02:00 PM

I have NEVER responded well to change--not even when I was young. Your poem is excellent--skillfully written and expressive, conveying a message that will resonate with MANY. Janice

L Milton Hankins

Date: 7/18/2022 12:52:00 PM

Oh, Ilene, I think most of us secretly abhor change. But, you must agree, I find it inevitable. And the important thing following is adjusting. Sometimes that's harder.