Patched garment

I am a weave of contradictions: 

believing this, feeling that,

terrified by my own baseness,

and filled with these souring

wondrous ideaIs that take me above

the seeping fear of my ordinary self.


And the patched garment, so crafted 

by the flow of life and the daring

unshared thoughts that are the

thread of pure delight and shame,

presents a colourful garment of

beauty in the mirror before my eyes.