Patchwork.

One more snip
Another thread broke.
The cloth is not old.
My fabric is not weak
It gets pushed hard too much
Sometimes, not always.
But I know.
How to sew it back.
Different thread
Thicker needle, wider stich.
Slight gaps, revealing my skin.
Skin. My skin,
Fabric. Fabric of my being.
Is colorful.
With patches of rags and gold.
Some old, some shiny new.
Sewn together.
With a new thread, everyday.
Some by hair. Some by metal.
Its always strong.
But it breaks.
Sometimes, not always.
Days and decades.
Months and years.
Different weathers of
Summer and winter.
Different moods of
Heartbreak and puppy love
Different fights of
Failures and elation.
It sees and craves all this.
Even more, even too much.
It tears and melts down some places.
But I love to go on.
And I am not defeated easily.
My fabric is not weak
It gets pushed hard too much
Sometimes, not always.
But I know.
How to sew it back.