he used to say to me
“rapunzel rapunzel let down your long hair”
and i always did
but now years later
i find myself touching the brunt ends of my shorn hair
and letting my fingertips wander over the scar on my neck
from the scissors that were meant to trap me inside of a tower
and i still mourn the fact that they were held
by a boy who was my witch and first friend
who wanted to keep me safe from the world
the only way he knew how
~ those scissors freed me more than my “prince charming” ever did
Perfectly Imperfect Me 