I cut my hair the other day
the hair that you said you loved so much.
You don't know, but I let it grow
like weeds during a drunken spring.
it pooled around my feet and tangled
tripping me every time I tried to run.
it was shorn with a silver razor-sharp blade
in the light of the full moon.
each stand that fell to the ground
gave birth to something new
that grew into something beautiful inside me.
Now that heavy dark curtain is gone from my head,
I am finally ready for the light that awaits me.
Please do not mourn what has been lost;
hair will always grow back
as my love grows stronger.