Hair

Fingers combed the handfulls out
so i cut it short to see
how I looked with so much less;
the hair that defined me.

But it  was not meant to last.
It still fell out the same.
Soon I saw my hair was knots.
So I took it all the way....

to the clippers I was saving,
for this fine occasion.
Buzzing off what little remained
needed no persuasion.

Yesterday I saw my face
but my head was not so soft.
I used my razor, just today,
and shaved away the loss.

No more hiding in my hair-
It will begin anew.
Sometime in the future, when,
it is the thing to do.