Patches

A patch
A mending of the brokenness,
A healing.
Patches are simple.
Anything that fixes what is broken is a patch.
I got a patch from you,
It couldn't hold up to the test.
Bailing wire and twine.
Broken again at the first sign of strain.
Like a glass plate shattered on a tile floor,
You dropped me.
It doesn't work,
Bailing wire can't hold a heart together without damaging it.
The patch didn't last.
Patches.
I found a patch.
A kiss from my niece.
A hug from my sister.
Those are the patches that don't fade,
Don't break.
A phone call when needed.
A picture to cheer me up.
A shoulder when I cry.
Are patches that last forever.
A patch that was given to me,
A lasting patch..
Torn to bits by someone I trusted.
On purpose,
To destroy me.
That wound patched again by someone who loves me.
I'm more patches than original.
They hold me together,
Keep me here.
But as long as I have patchmakers in my life,
I will exist.
I will be me.
And I will be able to help patch others.