Patchwork quilt

Patchwork quilt

A Poem by Thisismythearpy
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Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home. Deep and personal.

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Piece by piece you fall apart.
Parts are lost, but you have to restart.

Gather what you can, ask for a hand.
Try to execute a master plan. 

Grab life by the hilt, and stitch yourself together like a quilt.

Maybe parts don't match,
 but there's a story with every patch.

Every stitch a separate memory,
or maybe a dream of what you hope to be.

So be a quilt, showing everyone how the pieces can be pulled together and re-built. 

Some parts may not be pretty, some may be sad.
But sometimes you can make good from the bad.

Patch your life up.
I wish you luck.

© 2017 Thisismythearpy


Author's Note

Thisismythearpy
I'm not a real writer, this is just a coping mechanism. Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home.

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Added on June 13, 2017
Last Updated on June 13, 2017
Tags: depression, mental illness, mental health, sadness, falling apart, rebuilding, healing

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Thisismythearpy
Thisismythearpy

Kingston, TN



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Hello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..

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