All My Faults
Not all my faults were mine
See, if you follow every line,
Cracked yearly by life's quakes
After every turn she takes
What did not fall apart
Was recycled, to restart,
Not knowing now or then
She'd fractured, yet again
Basking on bone and skin
A wrinkle forms, o, so thin,
A crevice I cannot erase
From neither body or face
Find me as I am today
Scattered, every which way,
Debris making up my shell
Altogether, a story do tell
From their beginnings humble
To ending all a jumble,
I, not smooth nor fine
Not all my faults were mine.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2023
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