🍁📎Writing My Way...📎🍁

Fighter

Everyday before I go to sleep

I touch the hair at the back of my head.

It's short and Coarse and strong

All the hair around it is three times longer

But I never touch it before I go to sleep

I never reach out to feel if it's still standing

Because I know it's going to be there any time I do.

Probably longer than I last touched it.

even if this is the case, i feel nothing

No pride, no joy

But for the hair at the back of my head,

Even though everytime I touch it,

And feel it's coarseness like a desert shrub

still hanging in there,

Still surviving

though stunted from being lain on every night

I feel such joy and contentment

I say to my self every night

if this little shrub will survive

So will I.