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.