Strands falling to the floor like rain

scissors clicking through brown curls and frizz

I usually feel sad when I let them go,

because they say hair is your crowning glory.


This time I didn’t feel sad.

I felt relieved for letting it all go.

Like a new beginning,

letting go

of burnt edges,

of pained strands,

and allowing for new growth.


To represent where I should be,

new growth.


Back to the start  of countless hours

stroking, and caring,

moisturizing and oiling,

with care, with love.


Let’s get back to the beginning,

with care and with love.



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