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SHOULD I GO GREY by Paula Doran

To be grey or not to be...

I had a fleeting moment of getting so fed up of dying my roots that I stopped to ponder how it would be to just let go.

I felt quite sad after realizing how attached I had become to this part of my identity and all the layers of meaning I had attached to it and to what it meant to me, as a woman. How much pressure I felt to conform, stay young, keep up my grooming, brighten myself up. I feared becoming invisible, old and discolored. 

Still I remain stuck in indecision and fearful of being washed away by grey.

Should I go Grey?
by Paula Doran

Should I go Grey?
Let go of this mask
That says I'm not old
Still up to the task.

Judy Dench, I imagine
Rocky horrors magenta
Wear those roots proud
No chemical venture.

Salt and pepper curls,
Long, medium, short? 
Not the beauty I'd imagined
Red lippy? Just a thought! 

Harder to accept
than imagine this crown
More to consider
Feeling let down.

Not quite ready 
to rise and grow free
But still sadly bound
to delusional reality.

Paula Doran“I am a married mum of 3 boys aged 17, 8 and 9 months old. My husband is David, a good, good man. I love my family dearly. I consider myself a seeker of knowledge, discovering new and wonderful things about life every day. I am on maternity leave at the moment but when in work I practice as a counsellor, supporting others to move toward healing themselves after sexual trauma and through the judicial process. I love my work as a counsellor and poetry, and writing song lyrics, is one way in which I practice self-care. My husband plays the guitar too and sometimes we get to put those lyrics to some music and have created, what I consider great music together.”



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