this purple hair isn’t for anyone else but
her alone.

the girl who never got to be seventeen is finally discovering that she is
perpetually so.

these strands
though they catch your eye
are not for you.

they are simply the visible
purple flames of a phoenix

These gentle waves and tumbled locks are not
for you, though they entrance you;
they are her reminder
to be present
to have presence

to be still though the world is chaos.

She was not made
to fit
wherever she is placed.
She was made to find meaning
in the chaos; out of purple ashes.

To you it may just be some colour.

To her it is a re-claiming
of hope.

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allets's picture

Cool Write

Like this one. - slc