Small hands gently pull hair out of a drain hole in a shower
Out of frustration and sorrow of the lost, she pushes back her bangs
She slides her hand through her hair, collecting more strands
She walks to the mirror with the clump of hair in her hand and looks at herself
"Do you remember?" She whispers to herself, voice shaken holding back tears
She sees herself looking back, tears now in her eyes
She remembers
Soft, luscious, dark, long locks being straightened to perfection a month prior
She'd smile confidently at the girl looking back at her, with that gorgeous head of hair
Now she brushes her tangly hair with her hair brush, making a tiny pony tail
She looks at the hair brush, not to be surprised with more lost
She collects the strands, pride broken, but she remembers.
About Me
- Michelle Tedford
- I am currently 21 years old. I've had a surplus of blogs and been a part of a writing communities but this is my area to share to you my poetry. Writing to me, is my way of life. It's my form of expression and it takes the shape of words beautifully crafted together. My poetry reflects on a lot of how I feel and my personal experiences. I hope to bring people together by sharing my words. I write and I want to be published some day or well known in the writing community. I have hopes and dream like every other person and it's all a part of the mass hysteria of my abnormal life.
No comments:
Post a Comment