Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience
Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser
Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular
Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.
Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.
How many souls could she steal before the moon reached full?
Each one a jewel in her crown as a master thief
It was why she found herself in this pub drinking a warm beer
So many people here she could work her trade upon
The only problem they all had already had their souls stolen by their job, sport, or vice
Looking for a way out of this intellectual maze
Oblivious to all the obstacles I have never thought of before this very moment
Stumbling along the bones of those ideas that died trying previous attempts to flee
The search continued, but upon reflection, I was always hopelessly …
Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness
To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward
Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me
Realizing a small chunk of ancient history
Looking at a place that might not exist anymore
It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me
Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe
Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired
To create their own light and cast it into the unknown
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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