For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: fault.
I realized last night that I had not put up the prompt, and got back up to do it. My daughter called while I was thinking and told me about segmentation faults. I wrote the poem this morning.
cracks
people talk about me
whisper gossip
social skills aren’t right
they only see now
I had to grow in cracks
hold on tightly
find nourishment where I could
not fall
survive
if they could see my roots
if they could see
where I had to grow
no choice
maybe they would be kinder