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Her Hair is Falling Out

written by: Amanda Eifert

@mandibelle16

 

Felt it slice through my heart,

The sharpened blade of a knife, blood spurting.

When she said her hair was falling out,

It made it all too real.

I felt pierced by a sword,

Blood draining from my face,

Collapsing from a wound brand new,

I wish I knew how she handled it.

Could face the world with such grace,

I tried to put myself in her shoes,

To keep it about her.

But if she is anything like me,

The loss of blond locks would be gory,

An image of c#%€£r, to be detested and banished.

But reality spears through the aching heart,

She handles all with fierce fire.

—–

But when she said “my hair is falling out,”

My eyes filled with salt water,

Channels of tears went down pasty cheeks,

Off skin prepared for the night; I lost it.

In her pictures, she appears happy, like herself,

Handling each trial, each challenge with a smile.

But when she wrote “we’re going wig shopping,”

The tears wouldn’t stop.

And the pain in my stomach is a giant knot.

I’m scared to release that pent up rage,

At God for allowing her to find out four stages in,

With a two-year-old and loving husband of only a few years.

She’s living life —

But I ache for her and I pray,

Because I know there is no other way.

Let God heal the c#%*£rous growths.

Let her be healthy, let us grow old as friends.

Let her baby have his Mother.

——-

I think it’s an issue of vanity,

A woman’s hair, her crowning glory,

But my friend’s beauty goes beyond her features,

Beyond skin deep,

Yet I weep while she smiles,

Picturing her hair at her feet.

Her new wig on her head,

Being prepared for when,

She loses all of her hair.

But yet she finds the strength to keep fighting.

Without blond hair to shield the struggle behind.

Without one of her most defining features,

She's loosing her hair with such fortitude.

My friend does not cry,

She smiles with eloquence,

Handles her fight with class.

But I weep and I weep.

In my dreams, I cry for her,

For her I’m so afraid of losing,

When we’ve both only begun life’s journey.

She’s come this far,

In prayer and empathy,

I cheer her battle on.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

For my friend Korinda. Keep fighting!

Amanda Eifert

Amanda Eifert

Amanda is a writer and blogger from Alberta, Canada. She loves to be creative in various ways and to cheer on her home sports teams. She has poetry and short fiction published on SpillWords.com, Sick Lit Magazine and Silver Birch Press Online.
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