Patches

Once I was whole, shiny and new. Now my exterior was covered with patches, and they were all I had. Beaten down time and time again, I picked myself up and added another patch. At times I could barely stand to get up again. It wasn’t worth it. It would just be easier if it was all over, but then they would have won. That was one thing that I would never let happen. I show my patches as a badge of honor. These patches show who I am and who I never will be. It shows Me.