Missing Piece

There is a missing piece of me left behind everywhere I go.

My friends say,

"There's a missing piece in everything you do."

My family says,

"Everything you do takes a piece of you away."

I never really knew which one to believe.

At times I think there is a missing piece in everything I do,

Other times I really feel as if a piece of me is being taken away,

But most days,

I pretend that I'm whole again.

Like nothing was ever missing

And nothing has ever taken a piece of me away.

 

                             

Author's Note

I NEED EVERYONES OPINION. I DO NOT CARE HOW MEAN IT IS. I WANT TO HEAR IT>

Reviews

[S. M. Rambones-Lee]

A piece missing in everything you do, or everything you do is taking pieces of you away... interesting. I think the poem itself is great. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me that it speaks to the uncertainty of life and the decisions we make. Perhaps we don't always put all of ourselves into what we do (a missing piece in everything I do), whether because we have reservations about what we're doing, or because life is pulling us in different directions, making it impossible act on things to the best of our ability. It also might be that those things that are pulling us in different directions are also pulling us apart (a piece of me is being taken away). Yet despite our difficulties, we often persevere, trying to make everything seem as though it is going well, as though we're "whole", which can be draining when often what we really need is support through life's difficulties. At least in the poem, it seems that the family and friends realize that this is not the case, and that the narrator is not "whole", as they pretend to be, though whether that means that they are there for support through these difficulties or not is left unclear. This does not necessarily mean that it needs to be cleared up. You might want to let the reader decide. Overall, great job!

[Ian Craven]

Maybe the pieces inside you and the missing pieces connect and find each other as you live your life. In the end you find wholeness of self. It takes a journey to reach that part of life.

[Inject Positivity]

No matter where we go we leave something behind us, even though we don't understand it sometimes... We touch lives, we change lives, may be very small but we do change something... It's a thought provoking write, and I loved how courageously you put your thoughts in this write...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Robert Parlange]

I'm not into “mean.” Poetry is an expression of ourselves; the sharing of our inner thoughts. That's what you've done here. It's not about form or word choice. You shared your thoughts with others and that's all poetry really is.

As for the poem, I don't feel we leave a piece of ourselves with others, but we sure can influence their lives. I've met people who I haven't seen since High School who greet me like we were best friends. Honestly I don't think I said more than a few sentences to them but for some reason they remember me. We don't know how much we touch people in our lives. A kind word at the right time may give them a lifetime of memories. That's an awesome power to have. Unfortunately, we tend to use it in a negative manner.

Hey, it's late and I'm rambling. Sorry.

[alan peter kelly]

I decide what gives, what takes and that which only time can teach a lifetime of selective hearing. I choose what I gain and loss is part and parcel to be picked up left behind or hidden for when I'm back in that spot again and loss is essential for a win to ever consider actualisation....and to lose is to have had a go which in itself is still an attribute so no we have nothing to lose but life itself...all else has an onus on bonus yes I liked how this piece moved me to respond in more than a few spartan syllables as that would not reflect the merit I feel must be reflected and honoured in this review

[Lox]

In order for someone to do something in "whole", one must neglect all opinions of others. Your friends say this, your family says that, but how about you? what do you say? If you have no say in what you do, how do you expect yourself to be whole? I'm sorry for intruding. Nice poem btw.

[Benny Doyle]

I like this one... You are an old soul.