Hair-Tied Up in Madness

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.


Check out my new book Penny Poetry, now available on Amazon!

23 thoughts on “Hair-Tied Up in Madness

  1. 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

    Liked by 1 person

  2. 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

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s