How I wash you from my hair

Weird Poetry

Rage.

Lather.

Weep.

Rinse.

Whimper.

Repeat as many times as needed.

Step out of shower.

Towel off.

Blow dry hair.

Shed one last single tear as hot air stings my face.

Realize that I am expansive now

And so much lighter,

So much less leaden,

And so much more gold,

And that when I saw you circle the drain

Just a few minutes ago,

All of the heaviness and ache

That was never mine

And always yours

Drained from me

As quickly as you did.

Never underestimate the power

Of a good hot shower

And a rich and cleansing lather;

It can wash away eons of muck and mire from matted locks

And shadow-tainted flesh.

My hair has never been shinier,

And my skin never more moonlight,

And I turn heads everywhere I go now

Because people confuse me

For a burning pearl sun

Which I always was

But never knew

Until you circled the drain

At my levitating feet.

~~~

👽❤

~~~

*** Fair enough. This is better than feeling sorry for yourself, Angel Eyes. ***

*** I’ve lost so many “friends” over the years. But if they were really losses, why do I feel so light now? ***

*** Because you’re an eternal introvert, and fewer people means fewer problems… even if you love the people you have had to move on from. You can love them forever, but you don’t have to live with them. Let them go with love. ***

5 thoughts on “How I wash you from my hair

    1. Thank you for the kind words!

      Lol! … I don’t think I was consciously alluding to anything other than an experience of washing away what no longer serves, but I’ll take it. 😂👍🏻

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