The Weight of Hair
A Tale of Strength, Trust, and the Consequences of the Unseen
When the hair fell, so did the truth
🌲👁️🗨️🌲
In a forest, dark - shadows move,
Quickly, quietly, through the groove,
Hair appears, in crested nooks,
Oft reviled, oft overlooked.
🕸️💀🕸️
The hair now grows, too long and fast
Creeps on the floor, on green ballasts,
It grips branches, lopes unseen
Its whispers carried over streams.
🪦🌑🪦
The Truth appears, grim and bare,
Towering, threatens - those who dare
Body wrapped from head to waist
In hair long and coarse, ropes from the grave.
🩸🌿🩸
Its iron grip, I cannot defy,
Joined with hair's fears, its outright lies -
I cannot halt its onward form
Its unwieldy hair, against the norm.
🕷️🖤🕷️
A single hair, dropped, left behind,
Curls 'round the wrists, around the minds
Of those who ditch harsh truths, those who betray
The hair wraps and grips - forever stays.
🌘🕯️🌘
Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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