Cold Metal in my Hand
I’m trembling. Both physically and mentally.
This is genuinely terrifying.
I feel the weight in my hand, the cold metal in my palm.
I’m torn tween exhilaration and crying
I raise my hand, surprised again at how unwieldy it feels
Feel the pressure gainst the side of my head
It’s time. I need to do this. I’ve suffered too long.
But my mind is filled with fear and dread
But as I stand there, staring intently at the tired face in the mirror
I have a question for the face I see reflected there
Should it really be so hard, should it be so tough for me
To use these clippers to cut my own hair.
(c) Michael Gurner – May 2020
