I Braid Myself Back Together
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A silent mantra of the hands. The strands of my hair creating a lovely rhythm of over, over, over. I crave the relaxation brought upon by the feel of conditioned hair on my soft skin. Pressing the hairbrush against my scalp, it grounds me in a way I had never thought possible. When I feel the world crowding in on me and I don’t know how else to escape, I find myself entwining my hair in a satisfying melody of over, over, over. I pray for peace and calmness; that they will enter my soul and never leave. I watch the chaos of my hair slowly and surely weave into organized beauty. A hint of control returns to me as I slide the colorful elastic band onto the end of my hair just to be torn off once again so I can restart and replay the serene chorus of over, over, over. I will be okay.