It is the little Things

It is the little things that hurt most

The single word uttered unknowingly, a throw away .

The building up of tiny hurts that your heart can  host.

They grow and grow shutting out the sun destroying your day

Try as you may to duck them or side step them  if you will

You can only hide for so long, then they will get hold of you

Taking the colour from your life  dragging you down down hill.

Small things hurt, don’t confide in your friends , they will just laugh at you

You can overcome the traumas and the disasters one hand tided behind your back.

Love lost love found , fortunes won and lost in the blink of an eye

The devil is always in the detail, it is  the  minutiae that lays you open to attack.

The little things hurt most, that off hand sideways look, that makes you scream at the sky………… Why.

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

10 thoughts on “It is the little Things”

  1. and there is no reply, .. Sweet Willow, Why? or Why Me? is never answered, for we all are prey to such hurts, for to love we leave ourselves open to hurt, to be immune is to live life behind glass, forever protected, sans emotion. We have the ability to hurt others, but we hold back, we care, ‘Tis a bl**dy shame all others are not so considerate.. hugs aplenty.. xPenx

  2. My dear Willow…. in answer to your query as to Why? the little things hurt more… it is simple physics…. a small, sharp edge or point is much more dangerous than a large, blunt one, because it sinks more deeply into the intended, or unintended, target (Sad to say, many injuries ARE caused by lack of attention, or indifference, rather than maleficent intent…). Large, blunt objects can also hurt, but never so sharply as the point of a pin, well placed…. ‘Tis the same with human emotions, my lady, as all perceptions are merely extensions or refinements of the sense of touch….. This is why it is so important to keep one’s skin thick, as well as supple, and quick to heal…. 😉 Blessed Be, milady, and let the hurt go, once it is acknowledged… don’t hang on to it longer than needed to learn the lesson it has to give us….

    1. You are so right in everything you say sir. I have learned that the quicker you let go of pain the quicker the wound heals, the less likely poison is to set in and eat you up. It was wonderful to hear your exploits on ths side of the pond but it is equally good to know you are home safe. Thank you for your wise wordsxxxxxx

  3. A little piece of sky
    cannot be obliterated
    by rain clouds.
    Thunder and hail
    do what you may
    for this little piece of sky
    will remain happy and gay.

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