day 57

weave in the strands
of all that’s untrue
tucking them into
the fabric of time;
patch all the holes
in my quilt of long living
sewn from the joys,
tears, and the pain.
adorn myself in
many dreams
still worth dreaming
comforted by
all that is mine.

2.26.17

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