In shades of green and grey, my battles lost and won are reflected back as I stare into the mirror
Across the palest of skin where the tides of emotion have not lashed, lies beneath a younger woman’s aspirations of dreams unmet
This vessel that I have tortured with drugs, food, wine and regret, how callous am I, for you have climbed mountains in bitter frost
You have vanquished invaders, conquered unfathomable heights and mined deep to find solace and comfort in the damp dark
No longer is this flesh rose bud fresh, wanted and desired for this is the landscape of the young, not the promise for the old
Within this barnacled vessel resides an enquiring mind, bejewelled with courageous spirit and a heart that taps rhythmically on the side
For all that you are not, is too easy to measure, but for all that you are too simply forgotten – irreplaceable precious vessel.