We have all lost pieces of ourselves along the way
Some broken and discarded, some stolen, others forgotten at end of day
Parts taken, pieces missing often leave scars or a hole
We cling to remnants of a damaged soul
There are pieces we give to others that live and some to those long dead
Part of ourself given as a gift, a piece of us spread
When you give yourself to others, give your best piece, the one you most cherish
What you release, you will never miss, that gift of your piece will never perish
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: July 13th, 2025 03:48
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a wonderful sentiment. I have given away a few things in my life and the joy it brought others is far more important than the loss I might of had A clever and wise poem. I'm learning something new every day. In fact this poem is a major gift to all
A good writing tho sad .. I think often we can have parts of ourselves that can feel very hurt / or yesh wounded .
I can sometimes feel like I’ve lost parts of me or that I’ve lost myself ( sad really
I like your words anyway especially the last lines about those parts we cherish
I really like this. A very thoughtful, and well crafted poem. Distilling ideas of giving and having bits taken, but it's far from superficial. Makes me introspect and think deeply. I personally think it never perishes because the act of giving ultimately brings greater reward.
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