Untangle

Untangle
My bedraggled
Locks.
Wisps.
A thinness- Matted
Going through me.
I’m fooling myself,
HELP- me=
Untangle,
This mess-
On a head,
Sensitive.
Before i go for the cut.
Don’t let me shut-
Out these feelings
of needing.
HELP- to=
Untangle,
My antennas.
My cries
Are in this.
I can’t do this.
I can’t deal-
With- the feel-
Of knots in my hair.
I curse, I swear.
I center, I ground.
+ still the sound
Goes through-
Every cell.
I want to yell.
+ throw something
-myself .
To the ground.
Mother take my pain.
Away.
I don’t want to play
This game of patience today.
My fray
Spiritual sisters
Miss being silky, smooth, manageable.
I can’t deal with the – un-manageable.
It’s grating my head- my mind- my skin.
Without- ease
I have to pretend i am not me.
To breathe.
+ clinically comb you out.
Comb you out.
Untangle
My 2 extremes
I spent this time writing this
Putting it off
Putting it off
To untangle-
Every angle
While the angel
Holds my hand
+ takes me to a heaven
Where i am knot free.

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