Sunday, 22 March, 2009

New beginnings

He likes long hair.

I have been growing my hair from the last two years.

They grew. They reached just below my bra-strap.

But then, he was gone.

And my hair grew matted, and tangled.

Split ends, knots.

Tears. Sobs. Depression.

One day, I had enough.

I got up, I rose.

Smiled. And made my way to the salon.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

The knots, mats, tangles fell to the ground.

Now my hair falls just below my ears.

And I love it.

And I love me :)


Nikki said...

And I love ya! muahs...

Roanna Fernandes said...

You kinda remind me of me when I used to write poetry and odd snippets like this on my first personal Blogger blog (it stills exists but I haven't written there in long). I think I like your writing! Yes, very much so. :-)