with my hair, comes my emotions

volatile, like the passing wind

a beloved cool breeze coursing through my auburn locks

a tickle of twists that barely reach my neck

tinted red by the rush of blood through my own veins

a course of life found in all of us, especially the pigmented fall leaves i hold so dear

a sense of change in a world that seems so solid

after much contemplation, a shred of inner peace is found

the sun rejoices as my hair turns blonde and beautiful, kissed by the skies above

sadly, this blissful solitude must only be temporary

as it turns out my inner resignation was poorly masked by false delusions

the tears of unwillingness run down my face, the bath water runs

my hair soon becomes brown as the winter’s twilight, verging on a deep shade of ebony black

a physical soaking with the weight of my own hauntings

i used to always believe i wore my emotions on my sleeve

but it turns out they are just as present on my crown

hair, an entwinement of raw and painstaking care

fables so lengthy they could touch the hanging heavens above

where even mother nature finds herself at odds with the creation she once called her own