That a child mixed a broken breed <br />Purposely denied her own fault <br />In it. I did not cry wolf out to My <br />Lagging defenders, nor know that <br />Touch, only his’n, wrong, and I became <br />Wrong to prove it right, his’n and mine. <br /> I had no proof but my life - The <br />Destruction wide, but now closed <br />Mostly over, but I dare not tread upon it. <br />The covering is thin, <br />Threaded with cracks <br />Of family Love, and promises given <br />No love redeems me, only <br />Tears spilt over patterns repeating <br />Over, and over, into and over <br />A child waits for redemption <br />By the gutter walk to it.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lying-fault/
