This Faulty Soul
"Teach me to feel another's woes,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me."
Alexander Pope, 1688 - 1744
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I began life pure and guiltless,
A girl innocent and faultless;
As I grew my soul became flawed,
Teach me to heal fault I see, God.
My young soul began to have cracks,
It is full of fractures and gaps;
From pits of sorrow I have clawed,
Teach me to heal fault I see, God.
This life gone awry and amiss,
oh could you please, please press a kiss;
I am weary of this façade,
Teach me to heal fault I see, God.
Each day, moment I am falling,
I am damaged, broken, weeping;
From chains of the past I have crawled,
Teach me to heal fault I see, God.
But deep inside there is a strength,
In this faulty soul's depth and length;
I am weakness and strength. How odd!
Teach me to heal fault I see, God
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November 21, 2016
Poetry/Kyrielle/This Faulty Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 16-851-854-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Fault Line,
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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