For what seemed like ages, you have been seen as a plague.
Singeing ends at every opportunity, and pulling at loose threads.
Unraveling everything until there wasn’t much left.

As the recent years have come and gone, new patchwork has been added to cover up the damage you created.

It wasn’t done alone though.
Passing from hand to hand, mending and healing.
Time consuming and exhausting.

Now here it lies, mismatched and misshapen.
But also,
Whole.