Each day strings together like a woven blanket
however, sometimes the most beautiful wovens become torn
if not handled with care, the woven can shred
and become of no use but be a reminder of what it once stood for
still, even at times of despair and anxiety,
pieces of woven, whether they be from India, Spain, England or China
still have the purpose of keeping the fragile one warm and secure
My woven feels like its shredding from the seams,
but I do not forget how unique it is... how it still has a purpose
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