I didn’t use to have hair.
A bald little head, running and scooting around.
I can’t get out the tangles, the clumps and texture
And I’m blessed to have hair, to have breath in my lungs and blood in my veins.
I don’t remember the energy
The energy that I didn’t feel, yet felt at every moment.
My limbs sit heavy and tired, just let me sleep mommy, please.
I can’t cry. My skin is dried, let me sleep, let me sleep.
I can’t see my darling shining stars
I know they glimmer, they try to warm my face
But it’s cold where I live, spring had sprouted but the frost hasn’t left
The orange plastic is tight in my palms.
I don’t feel the regret at all
Just hopeful relief
One final opportunity presents itself.
A shining sunbeam before nightfall.
And I’m shut down, quiet and scared
This was my chance, to be something other than a short eulogy and a rock. Something other than a terrible tale and decades of therapy.
I am blind. I can’t see, or feel.
Remember or regret.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 9:54 PM UTC
I didn’t use to have hair.
A bald little head, running and scooting around.
I can’t get out the tangles, the clumps and texture
And I’m blessed to have hair, to have breath in my lungs and blood in my veins.
I don’t remember the energy
The energy that I didn’t feel, yet felt at every moment.
My limbs sit heavy and tired, just let me sleep mommy, please.
I can’t cry. My skin is dried, let me sleep, let me sleep.
I can’t see my darling shining stars
I know they glimmer, they try to warm my face
But it’s cold where I live, spring had sprouted but the frost hasn’t left
The orange plastic is tight in my palms.
I don’t feel the regret at all
Just hopeful relief
One final opportunity presents itself.
A shining sunbeam before nightfall.
And I’m shut down, quiet and scared
This was my chance, to be something other than a short eulogy and a rock. Something other than a terrible tale and decades of therapy.
I am blind. I can’t see, or feel.
Remember or regret.
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