Sunday Contemplation: Patchwork Soul

My soul is not whole and smooth
but made of bits and pieces
torn from the edges of my experiences.......

Some of the patches are coarse in texture
from hard learned lessons
stitched with a murmur of memory
to plaids of indescions
next to a velvet of misgivings

I am now at an age where most
of the piecing is done and I am filling
in between the patches with a stitchery
of patience and understanding

Some days it is hard to select a new design
to dance along the seams as my soul
resists any frivolous embellishments
it demands a straight, no-nonsense
decoration as opposed to the delicate finesse
I would like to cover the seams.

I will save the borders for last
trying hard to straighten
the edges in atonement
before I slip beneath
to slumber in oblivion.