I hate that quilt
Despite its comfort.
Sown with secrets, truths, imperfections
filaments of acceptance

Once a cape
I soared in its splendor.
Laughter, companionship,
A proud patchwork of inimitable patterning

Once a blanket
I wrapped myself in its warmth.
Soft, substantive,
A cozy cloak of ease and camaraderie

Now thread bare
I pick at the seams.
Worn thin, deficient
A compulsive unraveling

Patchwork remnants
I never learned to sew.
Fabric steeped in failure
Stained with fear of rejection.

Partners in pieces
Torn asunder.
Square frays, subtle reminders
I miss that quilt.