My life and mind are like a patchwork sky.
Half covered with clouds marring the perfect image of heaven, so far away
and the other half as clear and serene as a summer day with nothing else to do but
look at the patchwork sky from the view of the patchwork flowers and the patchwork grass.
Wondering if the patchwork sky will ever be as clear as your skin may have been once
for, your skin is patchwork too.
Scars line your arms and legs creating patterns like patchwork on your body, mind, and soul
marring the perfect image of what once may have been a mind as innocent and clear as
the other half of the patchwork sky.