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Hair Strands
My hair absorbs
The secrets it overhears
Let it be silent- among the crowd of adolescents
Let it feel numb and faint
My head frightens what might enter
My hair shields me from the anger of high schoolers
the frustration that lurks through the hallways and into classrooms
The thoughts, though, emerge in front of me.
Spinning rapidly, awaiting the gate to open
in order to suffocate my mind
My hair strands slither out to grab the secrets that roam the halls
And settle back atop my head
My hair strands begin to simmer
Back into their place
They allows only certain secrets to enter my skull
The others remain atop my head, awaiting the guard to its station Then
The guard vacates his station
The secrets enter my head, suffocating my thoughts and feelings
controlling the next move of mine
reacting to every secret that lurked within the hallway
Whirling around my mind
Feelings react to other feelings, a reaction that ends in an explosion
Of ideas and actions and plans of attacks
How to juggle every thought that enters my mind
Combined with how they will react to my plans.
Trapping my ideas inside my head then
Shaking my head vibrantly
releasing the words and actions that smother my thoughts
letting go of the secrets and whispers that once frightened me are now
among the air, whisking through, traveling great distances
Allowing myself to let go of
Suffocating feelings and thoughts
My hair strands speak, now, but don’t say much
Comforting my thoughts and feelings
only when given permission to do so
Let the hair strands rest
Guarding the entrance of frights not yet seen.

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