The Absolute Worst
Small things become
large in a life at times,
appointments made
that hang like a sentence
over one's head,
incarcerating you in fear
for a week or more.
A pain that won't go away
growing into a dozen
self diagnosed causes,
some serious, some benign
until you remember
straining to lift
a heavy pot
yesterday or the day before.
Then there are all
the “what ifs” that invade
the mind when you are trying
to get to sleep, a whole
catalogue of outcomes graded
from the unfortunate
to the absolute worst,
one of which is bound
to come true, ruining
your plans or causing you
to be carted off in a hearse.
And even when you find
a quiet corner somewhere
in your life where
a little sunshine comes
shining through, it's always
short-lived when you convince
yourself it just can't be true.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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