my hair is falling out more-- i don't quite understand why. could it be the food I've been eating-- or lack thereof. am i pulling too ******* my ponytails-- or yanking too tightly while twisting my braids. can it be the stress of my final days of school-- or all the assignments still marked in red. possibly the ache in my heart for him-- or the rage simmering in my chest. maybe it's simply symptoms of ***-- or just my mind pressing buttons at random. would it be because of my anxiety flowing over-- or the jitters from my morning cup of coffee. funny if I've been tearing at my scalp in my sleep-- or clawing the demons from my dreams.
Your crown Your power Your security Your confidence, when all else fails But what if your crown starts to disintegrate? Leaving you vulnerable, open to the mouths Of dragons and daggers Leaving you in shambles and distress Fighting a war against the mirror And feeling defeat as you surrender to the hairs Around your feet To shear? To accept? With tears in your eyes And clumps of hair in your hands You are defeated.
Where there was something, Now there is nothing: A glade in the forest Is all that remains. The woodland of youth Became wasteland; No serum or tonic Could Regaine* its flourish. Sometimes, I run my fingers Through the ghost Of what was there. I am, of course, speaking Of my phantom hair.