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Tonya Eiden

Patches

Touched my light and burned by flame
The sound of a whisper that calls my name
My hand reaches out to hold your own
Patches of life, like quiltwork sewn

A patch here and a patch there..
wait to be joined with the masters flair,
Torn and tattered is the fabric
that constructs our lives in patches

Fabric that represent our every minute,
our friends, the universe and our place in it
The lost love, The heart broken,
The fear inside, the words unspoken.

When each patch joins to make one
The patchwork quilt is not out done
The lives are mingled, intertwined
bittersweet and well refined

Under this patchwork quilt
the warmth that comes from love that's shared
Everyday a patch is made.
Patches that included the memories
The memories will hurt, love, heal, and cry
No one can see, with naked eye, Just which patch lives and which will die.

Brought together by life's little trials,
ripped apart by friends abuses
Those who once were your greatest love
now are the cruelest users.

All day long quilts are torn
pulled apart at their very seam
Built back up by the kind of heart
new quilt, part by part.

This new quilt has flaws and tears
Seams that aren't as good as new.
Each day this quilt if love by those
who see the beauty in each strip and thread.

When a patch is in disarray
And tossed aside every day
losing the edgy to become one
never wanting to hurt again.

When I look I see in you
Someone who wants to run with life,
Have great loves and adventures
Yet this impluse within you stifled
By past hurts and a heart that's rifled
with tears, bruises and broken places.
Building walls in jagged races.