My body is the vessel of earthly life,
The machine that quietly hums along,
Busy on auto pilot,
Strumming to its own tune,
As I take it for granted,
Until it throws a tantrum of epic proportions.
**
I regret not being kinder to it when I was young,
Living and breathing without a thought,
Bulletproof and indestructible,
Or so I believed,
Until I discovered it wasn’t.
**
The battle took over,
The struggle an uphill war,
And still my body was forgiving as only a selfless vessel can be.
**
When age began to creep in,
When the aches began to scream,
When the vessel I’d misused began to crumble,
Only then did I sit up and take notice,
In a time when I thought I’d left it too late.
**
But forgiveness has been sighted,
My hard work has been rewarded,
I hear the cheer,
The groans slightly silenced,
And a welcoming relief breathed in gratitude.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (3)
This sure was scaryyyy! I'm turning 34 this year but my body thinks it's in its 50s 🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!
Ah, the joys of aging. It's not for the faint of heart.
Gorgeously eloquent. You making me think of my cricking knees and what changes I could (should) make!