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,
of burnt edges,
of pained strands,
and allowing for new growth.
To represent where I should be,
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.