A wrinkle on my soul

There is no pressing it new to adorn even lines and flat conformity

I cannot, will not, have it streamed and hung to appear as when it was born

Creased in time and life, words and love that have ripped and bloomed remind me all that has been torn can also be sewn

 

A wrinkle on my soul

I once tried to wear new clothes and hide my less than perfect form

I cannot, will not, wear the dress society has made the norm

Creased in time and life, my lines are here to remind me what you and I feel is our style, unique our own

A wrinkle on my soul

Dress it with pride knowing it is the reflection

Of a life

Honestly worn

~Alisa Hutton