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
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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