Split Ends.

Life is simply unfair

I am covered in ten million minute, multi-colored hairs

From my cranium, to the tips of my ten stump, nail inhabited toes

Located mostly on my clothes – and sometimes on my life weathered head

It comes from cats and dogs and rolling around in a soon to be washed bed

Found on my charcoal, warm winter coat and my passed down, thick woolen socks

As aware as I am, I only hope and pray people will not mock

The only people that understand - are those that end the day with feline or pup in hand

Cut, cut, snip, chop, snip, snip, snip

No, “where’s Waldo?” That’s a completely different game.

“Where’s your familiar, product-styled brown flip”

On the winter chilled cement basement floor, among your split ends lays a dingy razor

Glance in the mirror petrified only to see that you have done the world a simple favor

From short to long, bowl-cut, sideburns, brown, layers, mohawk, bangs, mullet, blonde

Memories of endless possibilities and choice in ones exterior, I remember quite fond

All may change on the exterior

But it is that which remains constant that shines through and overcomes ones deepest fear

“Always do what you are afraid to do.” Ralph Waldo Emerson