ocean inside of me

there is an ocean inside of me made up of chipped pieces of glass little needles of guilt a tsunami held back by a patchwork quilt fraying and fading as I'm trying to find patterns in the waves hope in the hopeless art in the ash but I am standing on a bridge of clay about to crash held back by a patchwork quilt and the stitches won't hold much longer they will fall out into the sea and release the ocean inside of me