The Words I Speak

Strands

Every strand of her hair holds a memory

And she's losing them one by one

She tries to keep what is left to herself

Maybe if shared it would all be gone

She looks pretty with a ponytail

She's cute with a bun

But her hair can't take it

So it sheds and sheds till there's none

Some of her hair has gone white

Some of it grey and some stayed brown

To keep a little youth

In an old soul to the age it is prone

She loses herself as her eyes' sparks fade

She is terrified of facing the sun

Afraid of the light it brings

So she hides in the moon till it's dawn

She became a creature of the night

She abandoned herself and what is known

Falling into a loop, it is never ending

She looks matured now she looks grown

She has surrendered to the dark

Little do they know she's a wolf, alone

A lone wolf without a pack

Without a place to call her own

Losing strands of her hair

She's putting up with pain that isn't shown

You hear laughter you hear jokes

But her cover now is blown

She declared herself dead

Going off the rhyme, she's still got HOPE