pink hair
when dyeing my hair started a revolution in my soul.
The day I discovered pink hair, I can't explain the sensations - The pull from my inner child Tugging on my shoulder, Excitedly exclaiming "Do it for us!" That tiny hand, so brave So rebellious internally But never daring to be externally, Because she longed for the approval Of those who she called parents. The day I dyed my hair pink Was the day my world opened up I suddenly saw things turn to colour Through fresh new eyes Like magick, I was reborn anew Or maybe just integrating Inner child with adult child. But it came with darkness, Threatening grey, shrinking down When those called parents disapproved. Yet my inner child stood steadfast Hand in hand with my adult child - The one that was cowering And said "No more." Resolute she stood, like a heroine From a novel on her final quest. She broke the curse, And once again the colour returned. The day I discovered pink hair Changed my life. I gaze at my reflection And see my inner child within Healing from childhood Now strong enough to walk Hand in hand beside me. The day we discovered pink hair We found ourselves But had to leave the family ...isn't that just cruel.
There is a lot of spiritual meaning in that act of dyeing your hair pink. Like it was an initiation into Truth, in all its glory and madness.
To me, in your poem, discovering pink hair represents the Crown Chakra, or the moment you claimed your Divinity.
It reminds me to listen to our inner child --- this is how we integrate and glue back the broken pieces of ourselves. We become a beautiful, radiant whole.
And your last line, the dagger of being true to yourself. I’ve felt that cruelty.
Your poem reached me today, thank you. 🙏
It seems at first glance it is only the colour of your hair but it is so much more. It is you, saying to yourself you matter the most. You will be there. You inner child is finally safe. Beautiful and brave 💚