four hundred and twenty days
went by and i finally understood
the reason why i held myself back
for so long while she suffered
all this time.
my mane girl finally said enough
telling me she knew my soul was ready
but needed to convince my mind
that old things are made to pass away
and she knew i wanted to be new again.
so my mane told my brain to let it go
to thaw out the right side and live freely.
my body met the cold black chair
and the butterflies in my stomach
slowly began die one by one
and she told me that everything would be okay.
one strand after another
two strands then another
three strands then no more
she was okay
she was safe
my mane was free
and so am i.