Absolutely Fine Poem


It starts off small.

Small enough to step on without notice like an ant.

It can do nothing to you at all, but it is still there.

Small things grow however.

What starts small becomes a nuisance and a nuisance can become a threat if unchecked.

Even a million ants can be more than a simple annoyance.

I once heard that no amount of pain should be considered normal.

I laughed.

I found it amusing because I always say I am absolutely fine.

It is not because I feel good, just that I know it could be so much worse.

I only have so much pesticide and there are so many many ants.

After awhile, you keep track of how well you are doing in a different way.

You learn to count the big ones instead of the small ones.

When you thin the numbers, you celebrate.

It does not mean that the little ones never exist.

Just that my definition of absolutely fine looks a little different.

All I need to know is that I am surviving and making a difference.

Anything within that range is absolutely fine.


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