blown dry style…

blown dry style

One day. My part started to fall. Different.
To a point. Where my face appeared.
Nearly as someone else. An altered frame
Repositioning views. People became aware
Of a subtle transition, too occupied… too…
Acknowledge that you don’t look the same. Now.
My outlook. Redesigned. Simply flicking my head,
Harder. One way. Like when a tree falls,
Cracked branches can form stunning new shapes.
Something. You never bothered to notice.
There are always undiscovered ways. I become
Beautiful. Even though you gave up on me.
Another perspective. An undiscovered look.

5 thoughts on “blown dry style…

  1. A wonderful piece, gretchen. The imagery of the tree and layers it brings elevate this to a new level.

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