
Worry, Worry Not
Today I wondered what is the point of life when repetition gives no pleasure? Wake, work, sleep Wake, work, sleep Spinning plates on the top of poles Keeping them simultaneously turning Juggling balls in the air Making it through the day only to repeat tomorrow Rolling a proverbial snowball up the hill when pushing its weight becomes more and more laborious Struggling to keep it on course Before losing control The end of the line Will come into focus soon enough as this journey is almost complete Where would this road take me Will I become one of the demented or perhaps tragically taken? Will I suffer a painful Illness or treatment? or will I be wedded to pharmaceuticals by the handful? Will any of these events be acceptable to me? Will I have any choices regarding the end of my days? The doorbell rings and shakes me from the contemplations filling my head My questions and concerns gone in an instant as the sun shines brightly from little faces smiling up at me Those dark and worrisome thoughts are there for another day Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Photo Pixabay
Some things are better left alone
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You are right! I have no idea why I went there today 🙁
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It’s all on how we are feeling some days.
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Yes, that’s true isn’t it ☺️💕
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Life certainly holds many mysteries, some darker than others. But it means a lot to have loved ones close by; they are one of many parts of life that make it worth living, I feel.
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Yes you are so right Joyce. They can make your worries just disappear 🫠 ❤️
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Agreed. They are a true blessing.
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A true assesment ❤
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Yes! Why do we punish ourselves worrying over things ☺️💕
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Indeed this is wrong. We also deserve happiness❤
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You have caught the mind spiral, Christine.
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Thanks Tracy. You know i never used to be that way. I’m just getting older! 😧
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A cup of tea helps. 🍵
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