silent witness, silent thief – ( Kezia Kurian )

They say our hair holds memories. As each moment passes, each strand gets longer, making the memories grow as part of it.

Falling to the ground,

Snip after snip,

In every strand,

A story told of memories both old and new,

Memories both good and bad,

Memories I thought I’d always have good faith in.

Each curl, each wave,

A gentle embrace,

Hair holds the memories from childhood days,

Of laughter and play,

And moments cherished along the way.

Each strand of hair carries the whispers of the moments gone by, and the weight of the past, a silent witness to the memories we hold, reminding us of who we used to be. Each strand of hair has a story waiting to be told, a memory waiting to be remembered. As the scissors cut through the strands, it’s not just hair falling, but pieces of the past slipping away, and with every cut, I let go of what was and make space for what could be. Change. A silent thief, steals the comfort of the known, leaving a space of uncertainty behind.

Change is often something we fear, as the doubt of the unknown brings us discomfort. Change creates a feeling of loosing control of the environment of our own lives and people will often choose to be involved in misery rather than face the unknown. But others find reassurance in this uncomfortable comfort as ‘change is the only constant’. In moments when our world feels beyond our control, changing our hair becomes a way to clasp, even if for a quick stroll, a flicker of the light. In the middist of change our hair becomes a canvas, a chance to rearrange.

Change: A feared force and a constant companion of life. With open arms, accept the shifting tides, and let go of the old where comfort resides. Let go of the old memories, where comfort resides, and let go of your old self. Where comfort resides. I had long hair a couple of years back until I cut it all off, I’m trying to grow my hair again but for it to grow long and healthy I need to cut it shorter first to get rid of the dead ends.

Sometimes change is the only way to grow even if it means leaving behind pieces of ourselve.