Trees in Winter

In the spring,

I decided to grow my hair out nice and long

to teach myself patience and

because boys preferred mermaid length hair

over any other.

It was red and full of life,

with a mere flick of my wrist I

could melt their hearts and with

a sly smile on my lips I could

make them mine.

But in the summer,

I wanted no one at all.

My hair grew as messy as

the hearts I had broken and

as tangled as the life I lead.

That's why during the fall,

I decided to change.

I cut an inch off my hair

and cringed at the thought of

my mermaid hair being gone,

making all the boys who fell for me

disappear.

But when winter rolled around,

and the trees lost their leaves

I noticed that they still stood tall

despite the fact no one was running

their hands over the sky's veins.

And even showing all their scars,

I still loved them.

Without a chance to rethink my

decision, I cut my hair off and

the boys screamed nasty names

but I sashayed away knowing

that one day

someone would look at me

like I look at the trees

in the dead of

winter.

(M.S.)

Reviews

[Brittney]

Cute poem, the power of a woman and a woman's power herself. I enjoyed it greatly

[Maddi Snowden]

Thank you!

[zainul]

Such a lovely story with hair!
This is very lovely.
Yes,you have the right to enjoy your life to please yourself rather than pleasing boys.

[Maddi Snowden]

Thank you very much!!

[zainul]

You are most welcome,creative poet!