Sewing myself together,

Like a crazy patchwork quilt,

With cloth from past and present

From which I will be built.

Random shapes and colors,

That I decide to save and use –

But little tangles get caught within

All the pieces that I choose.

So I lovingly continue

With this fabric, soft and warm

To gently remove the unwanted

And the scraps beautifully transform.

With each strip of fabric,

The quilt begins to grow,

And warmth can be felt

By those I come to know.

~ B. Biter

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