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Thoughts on the Word "Anguish"

Story ID:7349
Written by:Nancy J. Kopp (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Manhattan KS USA
Year:2011
Person:Nancy Kopp
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Anguish
Excruciating pain of body or mind.
Now, close your eyes and write.

Ah, the word anguish--we all tend to exaggerate our pain at times--maybe most of the time. When we hurt, we're quite willing to let others know it, perhaps we’ll get a wee bit of sympathy. But there are, fortunately, few times in our lives when we experience true anguish. At the moment my feet are definitely feeling 'anguish' as I have had on some fairly new sandals and have been running around like a mad woman trying to finish up my cleaning and cooking before Ken's two brothers and wives arrive for a long week-end. They hurt so bad I finally went to get my house slippers and breathed a deep sigh of relief, but then the cramps in my left foot began and kept on and on until the word 'anguish' flashed across my forehead in three inch high neon letters. Surely it was there, flashing on and off for all to see. So, what could I do but come into my office and write something for this loaded word.

I think the time in my life when I truly felt anguish was each time we buried a child. Once is terrible, twice is more than the heart, mind and body can absorb without experiencing some form of anguish. Oh, you look just fine on the outside, maybe a bit worn down from the happenings that led to standing before an open grave, eyes fixed on a tiny casket nearby. But inside, anguish is chasing anger which is being hunted by incrediblity which has tripped over the deepest sadness a young woman has ever experienced. All those things whirl faster than the tigers in the beloved children's story who melt into butter while chasing one another. Like all things, time buffs the sharp edges of anguish until it subsides in a tiny corner of your heart and becomes only an occasional dull ache. Time is such a small word, but it takes care of so much. Stop and think of the many things in your life that time has soothed or even healed. Maybe we don't give 'time' enough credit.