A Poem a Day for November - Day 22: Haircut

Haircut

Many times when life

feels so out of control

that I can’t even seen

to steady myself,

I cut my hair.

The first time

was back in college

after my cousin died.

I had thick long hair

halfway down my back.

Then one day

soon after her funeral

I went to the salon

thinking I was just

going to get a quick trim.

But on a complete whim,

I told the stylist to

hack it all off

to just below my ears.

Last night

still spinning from the events

of this past week,

I decided to do

something a bit more drastic.

Well, now I have

a Mohawk.

Granted, boy-cut on the sides

so I can look professional

just for the office.

But I still feel

like I’m ready

to move forward.

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