She looked at herself in the mirror one more time. What did she see, she thought to herself. A comment she overheard about her appearance had upset her a bit. Although age was starting to show, it was also clear that even with age her appearance was a bit darker than she wanted to admit. What tales do the faded blues of her eyes tell. What roads has she traveled so through the years that have caused so much pain.
She could remember the beauty she had, the livelyness displayed as she entered a room, the smile and laughter she shared with others around her. Now she is just a shell of her former self. The look of a person hitting rock bottom and having to learn all over again how to live.
*dedicated to someone of old