From Grief to Glory
They were long and tousled,
when the heart felt
the first jolt of despair.
With each passing moment,
the strands reaching further,
weathering tsunamis,
thunder, sighs, wailing;
Life.
Every tug or tear, destroying
the tresses from within, in
the blink of an eye, unnoticed.
They were short and shaggy
for a while after that first
goodbye.
Like a Phoenix, they spread
their wings, regaining what is
lost.
They are long and flowing,
singing the symphony of
triumph and resilience,
now that the heart is home.
Prompt: Hair
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