At a Loss...

Five months yesterday... 

and my hair is still falling out.. 

not in the shocking handfuls as before.. 

but still.. 

drain clogging..

floor covering..

madness..

I feel robbed...

I move my hair different directions...

to cover.. 

to hid.. 

the light skin showing through..

I want to reclaim my body.. 

in small manageable ways.. 

if only I could keep my hair on my head.. 

from falling so carelessly...

marking my path like bread crumbs.. 

haunting me so...

Even still every strand I wouldn't trade...
every moment I wouldn't return..