Poem -
My Precious Hair
I ran my fingers through my hair
Till then so blissfully unaware,
But as I pulled my fingers through
This stress I feel is proven true.
Hair falls out with every grip
Precious hair through fingers slip,
At this rate I'll end up bald
But without care my hair still falls.
Hey now, wait... but I'm a girl!
Still I'm losing precious curls,
Blonde hair falls beside my feet
This stress has got my ego beat.
Hair today is gone tomorrow
Soon I will need hair to borrow,
My tale is sad but very true
Don't laugh, one day this could be you!
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This really resonated with me because it may happen to me in the near future. I hope this is just fiction, but if not then I hope you are well.x
Like Donna.....this resonated with me as well because one of my best friends just finished Chemo for breast cancer...........hope you don't mind but I asked her to read this as well...........a truly compellingly powerful write...........well done sweet poetess..............Love and Rockets!!.............T xo