We reform,
And reform,
Until we forget the weaknesses that come with being human.
And life let’s us slip again.


That feeling of dread that summons sedatives and sleep, always whispers in my weaknesses


we patch up our lives for the world to see

patches and patches like a quilt


without ever counting the number of pricks needed

from the darning needle.

We patch up the weak bits

and those that don’t quite match

we patch up our hurts

our loves

our hopes

our dreams

and stitche the regret in hidden seams.