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Acrostic Poem using the word Overbearing by Joanne
“Oh well, at least it’s not a bad cancer.”
Very understanding of you . . .
“Everyone gets tired.”
Really? I’ve never felt like this before.
“Buck up! You’re fine!”
Even when I think I am, I’m really not.
“Anything you need, just let me know!”
Really? Could you be vaguer?
“I don’t know how you do it . . . I can’t manage what I have to do.”
NEVER compare yourself to me . . . you have NO IDEA.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr
— By Joanne
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11 Responses to “Acrostic Poem using the word Overbearing by Joanne”
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Well-said, Joanne! 🙂
Joanne…
Although it has been 6 years since my diagnosis and surgery, there still isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel this way. Even on the best of days. Thank you for putting into words that couldn’t be truer.
Are you reading my mind? lol
Lovely! Thank you for sharing this! x
LOVE THIS!
Joanne- I completely relate to this and agree. Thank you for putting into words what so many of us think daily. Hugz
THIS IS GREAT!
Love it! Putting words to what so many of us feel. thank you!
This is great, in particular your line “even when I think I am I’m really not”! really hit home for me. So many times I’ve told myself and others how much better I am – I believe I’m 80% better now I said to everyone at work, then a little bit down the line I realise that I was actually much worse than I realised but NOW I’m better than I was, then a bit further down the line I realise that really I wasn’t, but NOW I am. It’s so difficult to tell what’s really going on and how well, or otherwise I really am on a day to day basis. And so it goes on, what a weird illness, in some ways no wonder others can’t understand it! Great to have this community where we can all relate!!
Cheers!
Great Poem.