POETRY

From the hair to the comb :

Thank you dear friend,

For not letting me stay a mess

You lifted the burden off me

Said the hair to the brush weakly.

You untangled my knots

Causing me the slightest pain.

As you pulled the dirt I held onto away.

Thank you,

For you freed me from myself

Smiled at me with clean teeth from the shelf

Thank you,

For now I fly free,

Unafraid, come what may you have set me free.

I know if I fall back on you,

You'd get me ready for the next day