I feel like scraps
Trying to stitch themselves back together
I wasn’t put together right last time
So I tore myself apart
To look at every piece
Try and make something new
Something that could do more than look nice.
I was all shiny armor on the outside
And inside, itchy wool
I had hoped finer fingers than my own would help with the details
And maybe embroider her name into my vest
Close to the heart
But this is called DIY for a reason
Do it yourself
And so I put these clumsy hands to work.
I’m sorry it’s left me exposed
Some of the pieces aren’t pretty on their own
But I am trying to make something beautiful.