Have you ever noticed
when something triggers your sad
it seems to pull back the layers
of all the sads you buried
and a dozen old sads rise up in defiance
shouting out, What about me?
I’m still here. Look at me.
You buried me, you pushed me down,
but I’m still aching, what about me?
Shut up old sads.
You don’t belong here, not today.
I have enough to be sad about
in this present moment and
I don’t need a dozen selfish
old sads rising up in rebellion.
Go back to sleep old sads, hush.
You’ve already had your day.
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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I loved this!! Now I have a great new nickname for all those “Old Sads” that keep coming back to haunt me!! Bellissimo, Dear!
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Thankyou. Hugs back 😊
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