My hair is a prelude to my mental illness,
an introduction to the dissatisfaction with stability within me;
The first time I ever dyed my hair, I was sixteen,
a peak in the development, rather lack thereof;
my brain once a high-functioning factory,
now a run-down fun house,
cracked mirrors replacing every assembly line
that used to cycle through its daily quota.
The last time I dyed my hair,
it was just a month after cutting away a weathered ceiling,
dipping and bowing against the weight
of years drowned in this disorderly environment.
The sight of the goldengrass speckled chunks falling
to an unkept, unswept floor, sent shockwaves
down my spine, leaving behind a buzzing sensation
of power that having control over change contains.
But now, I plan to let my hair grow natural;
I’ve lived in the looney bin for as long as I can remember,
and despite the wallpaper being molded,
and the ground not being made of marbled granite,
it is a place I’ve found comfort in, a home with hope;
There are renovations to be had, new memories to be made,
and aspirations to attain.
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Simply beautiful…..unmasking to show who you really are deep within ❤️✨
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Thank you ❤
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Nice blog
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I love the deeper meaning behind everything, and the word play is just amazing! Awesome job!
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❤ much appreciated
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Shared http://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/12/01/hair-tied-up-in-madness-marysa-writes/
I would like to include the poem in a chapbook Im creating. You can read about it here… http://seasonsapoeticjourney.com/2020/10/03/gift-crow/
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Oh, I’d love to be featured in your chapbook as long as credit is given where due! That’s so cool, would you like me to submit it to the email with the info asked for?
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Yes please. 👍🏼
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My hair speaks to me of rebellion, release and ramiification
My hair signals the change that is afoot about to arrive
My hair is a sign like a beacon burning brightly
My hair alarms those constrained by hygienic policies
My hair holds the dirt of life someone smudged into my skin
My hair refuses any challenge to its reason for existence
My hair repeats etc, etc etc until the rhyme is finished
Thanks for telling me about your hair. My hair has stood by me for many years and continues to live as a thoughtful friend
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Thank you <3, lovely addition
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This is absolutely beautiful, I love the story it tells through such detailed and unique metaphors ❤
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Agreed!
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Thank you ❤
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An interesting and profound poem, madness conquered is a wonderful thing, all the best:)
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Thank you ❤
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When I read your beautiful words, these promises came to my mind for you:
Psalms 45:10-11, 13-15
“Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father’s house;
So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.
The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.
With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king’s palace.”
Blessings Dear heart! ~Ron
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I love the meaning behind every word and sentence you wrote. Much love! ❤
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Wow~amazing heartfelt words Marysa. ❣️
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Thank you ❤
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My pleasure ❣️
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