Mourning Skies

Haircut

I sit shakily
into the chair
To look as I wish
To lose my hair

And as my trembling fingers
Hold up the screen
She squints her eyes
Shakes her head at me

But then there's a smile
And a nod shared between us
As she walks to the sink
And begins the process

As my hair lays wet
On my shoulders, I scowl
My reflection is disgusted
By what's under the towel

But our eyes meet
And she spins me away
To let her work
And put my fear at bay

I feel the weight drop
From my head to the floor
Counting the strands
On my head no more

And as the buzzer glides
Across my head in ease
It sighs with relief
In a calming breeze

The tuft remaining
Lies only on top
She snips away the strays
And smiles when she stops

I spin around
To meet my fate
My heart pulsates
At an alarming rate

Another piece
Of my identity
Is snapped into place
For all to see

They call it confusion
Or even revolt
When I am but a butterfly
Beginning it's molt

So I shed the hair
Like a cocoon of safety
While it let me survive
It always masked me