On Flaws and Broken Pieces

I thought to put the mug away

to use again another day

upon it’s rim I felt a nick

rendering it derelict;

but still, it worked, it held its share

and did not seem beyond repair—

there was nothing to prevent

it being used for its intent.

I see myself the broken cup,

somewhat shy of being whole...

despite each blemish and each flaw

each defect and deformity

I’ve stood up to what life’s doled

and done it all with dignity.

I may be chipped, my finish worn,

my glaze no longer uniform;

but do not write me off just yet

it could be something you’d regret.

© Ginny Brannan

NaPoWriMo.net offers writing prompts to assist with ideas for our daily writing. Sometimes I follow them, sometimes not. Today’s poem is from one of their prompts, which I ever-so-promptly misread! Ideally this was for Day One and suggested using an "action" as metaphor for your life, and I read as using a specific object as metaphor for life. So here’s mine, not as an action but as an object, inspired by my morning coffee!!
NaPoWriMo Day 2