Patchwork poncho

		An ethereal masterpiece -
		Perceivable only through relation.
		Second hand reports do not suffice
		As they may taint the perception.

		A patchwork quilt surrounds -
		Each pattern
		A side of my life, my soul.

		Some see many faces making a whole;
		Only the closest recognise the misted ones -
		The ones that hold shame 
		That I prefer to stay hidden;

		Others see little of me -
		They either do not care
		Or are pre-occupied with a single pattern -
		One they know -
		One they either detest or dote upon;
		But this view is one of ignorance -
		Though it is not so terrible
		If you hold to belief
		That the beautiful part you see
		Is more important than the dark;
		But -
		This can lead to disillusion -
		Be wary,
		But be loving still.

		Do not focus
		On a pattern that frustrates,
		But dwell upon that which is good.
 
		Often
		The parts of my life
		That are shameful
		Are healed over and forgiven by God -
		But too often
		People hold onto the old,
		Remembering the sin
		Instead of seeing the forgiven -

		Sometimes seems
		That it is harder for humans to forgive
		Than for God whom we've truly wronged.