The missing piece... by Leandra K BrossardMy hope is that I'll someday find
that one piece of myself
That special something, not within
you find in someone else.
My openness and broadened mind
make this, sometimes, a chore
And so I go on searching yet,
past those whom I bore.
Some see in my unconcious mind
things that they do not like
And others turn to hatred simply
out of jealous spite.
I have found few who see in me
some brittle grain of worth
And yet they turn away in light
of my lack of self-worth
I have met others who have found
within me things they like
But they live often far away
and lead a distant life,
So I go searching ever on
as my hope rise and fall
And hope that I will never miss
an answer to my call. 12/26/2001 Posted on 12/26/2001 Copyright © 2025 Leandra K Brossard
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Dana E Brossard on 04/11/03 at 07:51 PM I hope you found your missing piece darling. |
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/12/04 at 01:03 AM coincidentally, Chris Sorrenti on here has a poem (I think his library here but it's on his own website too) called Missing Pieces. I like yours very much, well done. Nice to meet you. |
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