How does one recover from an aching spirit?
When so much is given.
So little is acknowledged
You give from the spirit.
Selflessly.
Unconditionally.
All that you ask is not to have that piece of your spirit trampled upon.
How much of ourselves can we give away and still remain intact?
I fear the day I become cold and calloused.
It is not who I am.
How long before I have no more left to give?
Is the spirit infinite
Does it ever cease to exist?
Can it all be chiseled away slowly, piece by piece?
Does it grow back?
How does one recover from an aching spirit?
Do we ever?
Do We Ever – Momma Tess ©2011
(I am Syster Synn, but I am more widely known in other circles as Momma Tess. Please feel free to share my poem, but please keep me as the author)
Syster Synn 
“How much of ourselves can we give away and still remain intact?” – a most profound and poetic question
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Thank you for reading. I absolutely love feedback. Yes it is profound. One I ask myself frequently. Will we ever have a definitive answer? I do know, I will never stop giving. It is not who I am.
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