I gave up my power when I cut my hair,
a sorrowful but freeing moment when
realization hit that I live at the whim of an
unidentifiable other; not a deity not a god
not a predetermined pattern but
fibers of endless possibilities that
draft down to limited probabilities and
twist and draw fibers into the yarn of a
life unfolding;
there are no roads not
taken or stitches to unpick
