Poetry Sunday ~ A Wrinkle in Time

A Wrinkle in Time

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Within my words lie hidden

the scars of a woman worn.

Hands are wrinkled with the time

aged body is pierced by a thorn.

Spying those who target

one cause after another

The mark of hatred spewing

no humble love for brother.

A single star all on her own

in an island of false light.

Shining among the lowliest

yet hidden from plain sight.

Not ever mingling with the dark;

a diamond lights up the sky.

Sparkling, twinkling in the night

no man has asked her why.

Reflections in the galaxy pool

so few are here like me.

The scars of a woman worn

a wrinkle in time set free.