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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.

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Date: 8/10/2025 1:52:00 AM
I understood ,connected and felt each sentence Paul…..that is exactly how it is and how it feels! Its like you took my thoughts and wrote about them….Brilliant write my friend…..Debx Soupmail
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Date: 8/9/2025 5:31:00 PM
I can so relate to your poem, Paul, especially the first few lines: 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. Perhaps it's an 'age' thing for me. In my youth I wasn't a worrier...now, though?! what happened :-)
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Date: 8/9/2025 3:10:00 PM
Ok. Listen up, Paul. Worrying about what might happen, or an illness that we might have will only cause your spirit to weaken as well as you mind and body. We deal with problems we have as best we can and hope we get through each of them Have positive thoughts, Paul. Hugs.
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Date: 8/9/2025 2:22:00 PM
The mind can be our own worse enemy Paul, that is the truth, shame we don’t come with an anxiety kill switch, but on the plus side the good news is you’re not a psychopath, just a sentient being, with an uncanny knack of writing excellent poetry about (the human condition), cheers David
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Date: 8/9/2025 2:11:00 PM
A poem I can relate to as waiting for appointments especially with results can be so traumatic - However, I guess we are lucky as we never dwell on hubby's cancer which keeps recurring but its because we are realistic. next result in November to see if the radio therapy has been successful:-) hugs Jan xx
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