In the time that it has taken
for me to find my way out,
my hair has grown long and longer.

You tell me to cut it off,
perhaps this is an omen.
Perhaps you are wishing that I were
Rapunzel
and while you are climbing,
I take the scissors
and let you fall..
perhaps saving you the effort.

But I leave it, it grows like vines
I imagine it like millions of
arms reaching out to you,
saying this is a sign of my lament
come comfort me.
Come embrace me.

I also see it as a teller of time.
Of the full years that it has taken me
to get here...

04/23/2008

Posted on 04/23/2008
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