The Haircut

In the time it grew it had become a beast
Building in it's anguish and defeat
Crawling and clawing toward a weak feast
Till friends cut a strand so it couldn't eat.
Each strand fell to the tiles with a soft sound
Like the falling of leaves in the autumn.
The weight of all my Fears hit the ground
Making feelings no longer seeming numb.
My feelings returned with a proud smile.
Taking distant strides without reluctance
Seeing beauty that wasn't there before
And then Fear was no longer a hindrance
The world could now be only kind
One's Fears were just a part of the mind

This poem is about: 
Our world

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