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