i recently discovered that your hair holds memories,
and that's why a woman's first instinct after a breakup is to cut her hair.
wether that's out of a rage of anger or sadness,
it creates a new beginning.
a beginning of yourself without what you thought was your other half,
a beginning with half of the hair that they once touched.
the same hair that the wind blew through,
the same hair they loved to play with.
i've always had thin hair,
but it feels too heavy now.
weighing my brain beneath my feet,
making me decimate the initiator of body movement, controller of behavior.
but it won't be like that forever,
i hope not anyways.
my mother taught me to always stay positive.
i remember when i was comfortable walking on the beach,
my long lively hair blowing so effortlessly with the wind-
now effortlessly drags me out to sea.
i don't want your memories any longer, not even your accessories.
you no longer mean anything at all to me-
why can't i cut my hair for free?
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
