Most of the hair on my head is not my own.

I carry the world of others aligned, woven, dreaded into a crown.

It hangs in front of my face to shield my vision–

or tied in a knot behind me to soften the load.

But I am fully aware that I no longer am alone.

I am guided from something beyond.

And I let it rest and tangle and at times cascade around me.

As I learn how to walk this new frontier.

As I gather the strength for the journey before me.

As I grow wildly into the hair that now adorns me.

(photo taken by my beloved Hansel)


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