Feeling as if one were fading out...

Hair fades ‘gradually
Eventually
Its slips to gray then
Onto silver
Unlike what we expect
Fade to black
Our crowning glory
Is expansive
It once again creates
The incredible experience
It drops down shade after shade
It stops being
A buoyant experience
And then our entire self
Surrenders before, during and after
This phenomena explodes
For some of us and it takes us years
To accept this… I am one
I am no in acceptance or I would not
Experience the outing of my hair…
As it is gray, black and a wee bite of silver
That gives me hope…
Yes, silver gives me hope..
Gray drains my energy and face
My eyes have stopped smiling
My face, its smile is gone..
I am in a now of freak out
I am a freak
Of now…
Who said aging is easier than
Anything else..