Wrinkles on a face.

Are they simply age lines?

No, they are rather story lines.

Our unique lines,

they tell our own unique stories.

Are we proud of them?

or

are we scared  of them?

Would we rather erase them, pretending time has not gone by

covering the pain of the life that once was

with a mask

and simply become

the re-arranged cover of an untold story

encased in an decaying

unopened book