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Becca's last post at Soup:
Pieces of Me - repost
I wonder what becomes of pieces of me
which I tear out and lay bare,
search through with loving care,
painstakingly gathering the fragments
and forming them into simple gifts;
I know it’s not much, but it’s all I have to give -
so I try to create just the right thing
that might reflect the essence of who I am
or how I feel about the person receiving.
What happens to these pieces of me that I share?
I take them and lovingly arrange them in layers
and wrap them carefully in a fragile shell -
are they appreciated and cherished?
I’d like to think they are placed gently
into the hearts of those for whom they were created
I want to believe that, once inside, they move and stir
and that, by them, I might make a difference to someone,
and that I might become a tiny part of their world.
What becomes of those pieces of my heart
when they are not seen as a gift imparted;
when they are not kept as treasures to hold?
Are they taken as something to be used?
Or swept aside like they mean nothing,
burned up in the fires of indifference,
blown casually away in an unresponsive breeze?
Maybe they remain, buried and hidden,
releasing a fragrance - a beautiful energy,
a positive force, of which my recipient is unaware.
Sometimes I wish I could take back everything I’ve given
which were unappreciated and cast aside;
gather them back, and store them all up
to replenish my limited supply -
because sometimes I feel I’m running low.
But, I can’t take back what I’ve freely bestowed.
So I hope that for every part of me
that is received with indifference or apathy,
there are many others that are being treasured
as the expressions of love they were meant to be.
This is my last poem here for a while. If you want to follow me, feel free to send me a private message and I'll let you know where I'm posting - I'd love to stay in touch. I'm leaving pieces of me here, in the friendships I've made, even the ones that have ended.
Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2016