Fabric of My Life

Laying my life out
A crisp white clean sheet...

Looking closer only to find,
the ends are frayed,
Where they should be neat...
the sheet is wrinkled...
Where it should be smooth.

Upon closer investigation,
you can see the stains of memories.
No longer does this sheet
blind you with purity.
For it is stained in every color.

Looking deeper into the memory bank,
Noticing things once forgotten.
Hence, the holes through out this sheet,
Faded haze of forgetfulness...
The sheet taunting me.

Holding this fabric,
grasping my life
realizing only shards remain.
So much already done and forgotten,
So much more to do.

Can this piece of material hold up?
I see where it has been mended,
yet you can still see those stitches,
the scars left onto this fabric.
Realizing once more...

This is the fabric of my Life.