Scraps given

 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

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

This poem is beautiful and deep. It shows how we all lose parts of ourselves in life, but also how giving to others can be meaningful. I love the message that the best parts we give away live on forever. It's touching and wise. Nice work, Soren.

[Soren]

Thank you I appreciate your words of support and encouragement