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 © | Year Posted 2023

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Scott Avatar
October 14, 2023 at 8:19 PM
Like the rhythm rhyme scheme xxx
Deschler Avatar
July 11, 2024 at 10:36 AM
Thanks David ... I appreciate your time more than you know :)
Richards Avatar
September 16, 2023 at 12:15 PM
A shell that betrayed us as time marched on. Oh, to be young again... Nice pen, Kelly :)
Deschler Avatar
June 22, 2024 at 9:56 AM
Thank you, Suzette ... I appreciate your time more than you know :)
Rodrigues Avatar
September 15, 2023 at 11:22 AM
I like the 3rd verse!
Deschler Avatar
June 16, 2024 at 4:29 PM
Thanks for reading, Kim ... I appreciate your time more than you know :)
Situation Avatar
September 14, 2023 at 6:33 PM
Understandable none the less. I find truthfullness in poetry an asset.
Deschler Avatar
June 14, 2024 at 4:42 PM
Indeed, I think that one can tell when the poetry is honest and real. You can and should feel it ... Thank you for reading... I appreciate your time more than you know :)
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