Strength

Individual squares bound together,
building up my net of security.
Creating the safety I crave and treasure
and holding together my purity.

It was carefully set beneath me,
made to catch me when I fall.
There are holes and tares you can see
but I'm going to smile and stand tall.

I'm going to reach for that needle,
and pick up that powerful thread.
To stitch up the holes you created
and mend those wounds you made.