Hair

Strained thoughts fly through my mind

Like cracks in the pavement.

Each line deliberate and

Jagged.

 

I stare at my hands that are

Holding a pair of scissors.

I turn to face the mirror.

Dread.

 

Dark masses of hair

Fall to the floor.

Like black snow on a winter

Day.

 

My anxiety has leveled

And like my hair,

It is completely

Gone.

 

I am free of the

Darkness that had

Consumed my thoughts and

Life.

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Comments

savigirl14

Wow empowering and amazing

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