Set Loose

The tightly braided hair

Hiding beauty ethreal

Set free

For the first time

Setting loose

The silken strands

Feeling the air

Chopped!

Chop!

Goes my past

Chop, chop!

I leave it away!

Getting a haircut

Like letting go

A part of my past

I so badly want to get rid off

I feel light

I feel free

I feel me

Old, not faded

Faded beads

Little tarnished

I still wear it

Call me old fashioned

My necklace

Love and memories

Don’t part

My chipping nail paint

My chipping nail paint

Not that I care

Looks awkward

Yet remains still peeling

Reminding me the state of my being