a bowl thrown from a balcony,
a vase broken by roughhouse.
who am I to be a part of me,
if not full of hazardous shards.
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NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Et, est-ce que moi je suis moi meme si une partie de moi n'ai pas cassé?
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C'est une très bonne question mon ami. Je ne pense pas. Brava, my deeply philosophical friend! Excellent poetic musing! 🌹👏
Thank you! I've got to add "deeply philosophical" to my CV for sure!
Even if you become dangerous, you may feel spicy to others. But it might still be good.
When you look in the mirror and keep checking yourself, you may not know the real you.
Wise words, thank you for your time and reading!
A most interesting thought deeply philosophical highly existential and seems to leave no bright answer, But no everything has its use and those shards may be gathered by an artist to be used in their next work, a fisherman to cut his line, they may cut the foot of a murderer now unable to complete his task. All things have a purpose.
Beautifully said, thank you for reading
Everything has a use and has value, it is how we perceive and use it that matters, enjoyed the read.
thank you!
You are very welcome
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