Chop

Once the idea was there, there was no going back.
There would be no more messes in the morning
or battles with the endless curls and knots.
No more wet t shirts after the daily shower
or hair ties going missing after each new style.

Sitting in the chair, there was only embracing the present.
There was watching each inch drop off the ends
and ounce by ounce, my head would lighten.
There was only a smile crossing my lips
of the anticipation of the new.

Finishing up, there was much rejoicing.
There was the enjoyment of the shortened locks
and the pictures snapped of the long gone curls.
And just that little cut, embraced my personality
and introduced the new me to the world.