Haircut

Hi everyone! Here is my 47th poem, Haircut, to kick-off the summer. Hope you all enjoy! 😁

I got a haircut yesterday,
Snipped the bonds between my head and hair
I watched the strands
Fall to the ground.
Swept away 
Only to be thinking
Of the new hair
To replace them. 

Thought about my dreams 
Getting snipped everyday when I wake up
Then thought of life 
Some bonds getting cut
New ones being forged 
Some on purpose, some circumstantial.

Pondered about circumstances
Some simple, some difficult 
Some like the gentle seaside breeze
But some confronted
By the Scissor.

People forced to leave dear things.
From friends
To homes 
To dreams.
Holding on to every last strand 
As long as they can
In the hope that paths cross again.

And while old possessions get replaced
A place in their heart
Will always be empty.

The void to fill
The chasm of darkness.