All those times that I had broken, I held myself together by a stitch.
So I pulled tighter on those stitches, thoroughly securing all my seams.
I have patched each and every hole, all those tiny tears and rips.
I may not be all new and shiny, but I am once again complete.
Pieced together with broken hearts, tortured souls, and battered flesh.
One beautiful, magnificent handmade piece of patchwork art that is myself.
~heart & soul~