Poem: Tendrils – 10/10/20

In winding tendrils of blonde and brunette,
we wrap ourselves
and smile as we get
the feeling of warmth,
the feeling of comfort,
the fortifications of hearts
well meant.

The curls which cascade
upon our backs,
the heaviness and bounciness
of waves heaven-sent,
angelic are we,
understanding to be,
our knowing,
our feelings,
no reservations to see.

We shake the tendrils,
we loosen our concerns,
we live, we accept,
we delve into worldliness,
we learn,

following the advice of
those possessing a higher power,
being grateful for
what’s enclosing,
encapsulating ourselves,
our closeness,
our solidarity,
strength with others.

So, embrace the freedom
of these cascading curls,
watch them shimmer
and shine,
glimmer as we twirl,

we’re not meant for discomfort;
reflect, shine –
that dulled away pain?

Twirling curls around out pointer fingers,
some might mistake us as vain.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Photo by Angelo Pantazis on Unsplash

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