Patch It Up

Patch it up

The wound that keeps remembering

The bruise that blooms like a small

Dark planet

Under your skin

Patch it up

With the trembling things

A strip of borrowed mercy

A sweetness meant for later

The quiet courage of your own two hands

Patch it up

Though the tear is older than your name

Though it hums its ancient ache

Like a hymn you never learned

But somehow still know

Patch it up

Not to erase the story

But to soften its edges

To tell the hurt

That someone stayed long enough

To cover it

Patch it up

Where the light leaks through

Where the body keeps its secrets

Where healing is less miracle

And more small

Stubborn ritual

Patch it up

And when the ache returns

Offer it sweetness

Offer it warmth

Offer it the smallest tenderness

You can carry without breaking