Midnight Tresses

A haiku

Photo by Yoann Boyer on Unsplash

Luminous as an onyx stone
Deep roots and dyed hair — 
Scissored! wrapped confidence.

Curls cascading down
Her back, tresses she nurtured since five —
Chopped off by an ill spell

One of the most important assets of a woman is her hair. It’s not just a non-living keratinized thing, but a cushion of confidence. Yet, when diseases like cancer rob them away, feelings of torment are an understatement.

response to writing prompt “letting Go”