Sacred Shearing


Open Ears

Tonight I cut her hair,
an intimate scalping…
a butchering of beauty.

How inadequate my scissors
for this surgery,
slowly staged
to ease the reality
to be faced in every mirror…

mirror on the wall
who has cancer…

First long tresses
to only tears…
this sacred shearing
my soul left bare.

Someone I had met only a short time before this sacred moment, had been diagnosed with cancer.  She had a hysterectomy and then went through a round of chemo and as she began to loose her hair, she asked me to cut it before she lost much of it.  She had thick curly hair that she was proud of.  I tried to spare her by cutting in increments, but in the end it all came off. 

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