A One-of-a-Kind Cloak

 "We are who we are because of the people we've known and the experiences of life"

this is loosely quoted from the book of a study I am in;

 Emotionally Healthy Spirituality

We wear cloaks woven with time's threads

Of where we’ve been and who we’ve known

Experience and habit spreads

Across the skin and through the bone

We’ve borne the prick of tender fears

While the Seamstress measured and stitched

Designing patterns with our tears

And laughter, like a hand bewitched

We are at the the mercy of Love

Not fate, as sometimes we suppose

From fathoms beneath and above

The measure of each raiment flows

This dressing-room of gray and gold

Is like a loom; we cannot clutch

Its gossamer, as have-and-hold

Runs phantom fabric through our touch

Then, as the Seamstress tweaks and snips

She shapes a garment all our own

Where the cloak a lifetime slips

Across the skin and through the bone

© Janet Martin

No Paradelle as the OctPoWriMo prompt 16 suggested but still, a poem.