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.

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