Knowing What to Let Go

Some days
there isn’t enough me
left for myself.

That’s when I begin to wonder:
                  How did this happen?

There something wrong
when the parts of my life,
no longer equal the whole.

And to whom do I belong,
when I disappear to myself?

Some might say the answer
is in letting go.

But maybe the secret resides
in knowing what things
to always hold tightly.

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This poem was written on December 7, 2025.