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Patchwork me

Microscopic threads bind torn

pieces of me;

Stitching my soul,

hemming in memories.

New experiences appliqued over old.


This patchwork me

frays when a snag pulls at

the fabric of my self.

And I have to gather the loose threads,

and mend the tear

(invisible to most)

before it becomes a hole.

© Monique Mulligan


1 Comment

  1. karenmcdermott4 says

    Amazing, I really love it. I suppose we are all patchworks of things that make us whole, thank you for this perspective. Your writing site is lovely Monique. x

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