Sometimes I wonder what my gifts are.

They could be what make me feel good.

But that seems to come and go.

A one two tempo that ability never seems to match.

Whimsical and obeying its own rules.

A song experimental in nature.

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The gifts could be what makes other people feel good.

Creating joy when there might be none.

Creating joy in myself when I see theirs.

But people are not always around to please.

My efforts could not be enough either.

Cut off from the source when I might really need it as well.

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The gifts could be what I have right now.

What momentary actions could build for me.

Creating progress no matter what could happen later.

Beauty that is as fleeting and as delicate as a flower.

Petals falling to the ground the moment it is spent.

Fated to not last no matter how cherished.

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The gifts could be what persist into the future.

A skill that lasts a lifetime and never lost.

A much smaller number but resilient.

Lasting beyond ability and passage of time.

But gifts that might not be identifiable as lasting until the very last moment.

Often not valued the way they should be.

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The gifts could be all of the above.

A bridge I weave through life using threads of many colors.

Making the best I can of the situation.

Building to an unknown destination.

Knowing that one thread on its own is unreliable and fragile.

But together they are strong.