Unpraising time...

by Star   May 19, 2020


The room felt her presence as
as she sat in front of a leaning
mirror pulling strands of hair
over each other, trying to keep
the braid tight. And with every
twist a memory unleashes.

Her fingers skillfully trail the
back of her head, trying to secure
her hair from slipping away.

But before her last twist,
she lets go

for there might be
no tomorrow.

    report violation
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  • 3 years ago

    by D.

    You have a gift of giving significance to small, otherwise insignificant moments. I swear I've seen you use the braiding image before? Or am I going insane? Ahah. The last two stanzas are so simple but effective, and I like how you didn't spend stanzas building up this image.

    I love it, it works. :)

    • 3 years ago

      by Star

      Aww thank youu soo much!! It good to see you around:)
      Yes I have used the image before, a couple of times actually. I like how it could have many meanings.

  • 3 years ago

    by Shruti

    Ooh I really love this. I'm really bad at commenting, but I want to say that this is so good.
    The braid is a really nice metaphor. I'm guessing this is about trying to hold on to something that was a source of happiness in the past, but now not so much, and so towards the end she realizes that she needs to let it go if she wants to live today freely without anything holding her back.
    That's my interpretation. I enjoyed reading it!

    • 3 years ago

      by Star

      You’re fine, your comment is great thank you :)

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