Blankets shrouded my mirrors,

Covering them to elude myself of my image.

Papers scattered my desk top with dozens of numbers to mark each molecule entering my Physique.

I lived amass a dark cold existence for far too many years to count.

But anew, I take pride in my face, my rosy cheeks, and elegant nose.

I don’t count anymore but take pride in cooking daily.

Life is no longer dreary and I am no longer earthed.