How horribly, and strangely wonderful
To have a new "worst day ever."
Because now, the last one doesn't seem
So remarkably bad.
So one day, maybe this day will hold less weight
As the last one now does.
And as we learn to move forward
And not "move on"
We take our worst days ever with us.
Blowing over like dust in a breeze.
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Note: Not to over analyze this piece (as I try to stray away from doing so), but typically my "worst day evers" consist of horrendous amounts of hyperbole and are a composition of a million little things "going wrong." This poem is not to minimize tragic events and such actual worst days ever. More so, it's a note on living as extraordinarily dramatic beings.
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Interesting for me as it made me think about worst days only to find that memories had all evaporated. I'm truly grateful for that. I don't need to be hanging on to that and reliving since it was already bad enough once. Your poem was quite a journey.