Patchwork

 

I've burnt so many bridges

just to drift upon the water

that flows beneath.

I replay old memories

to see if they still resemble me.

I reassemble shards of my story

to build a new ornamental piece

based on the man I used to be.

Then I try to improve

the image that I see.

 

I take the fabric of my existence,

all scraps and torn edges,

faded in pieces, vivid colour in others.

I lay them out with a ball of twine

and I sew them together until they form

this new blanket of mine.

I don’t worry about the lines,

the random edges suit me just fine.

 

I take words I once said,

or stories I have lived,

I roll them around my mouth

and pluck the pieces from my lips.

Then I let them sit, snippets of me,

brief glimpses into who I am

and who I used to be.

I rearrange them word by word,

creating a new world,

one that is so much better than before.

A world I can finally look upon in awe.

 

I've rebuilt this shell so many times,

I've learnt to look deep inside

to find the bits I do not like

and discard them into the frozen night.

I keep jagged edged pieces,

worn old memories,

and I fit them together

until the image is clearer.

The scraps,

I feed to the moon,

I let them drift on the air,

for I don’t need them within me

when I have a heart sat there.

 

 

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