Superstars – The Runners-Up
Our Customers
We have chosen an additional five ‘superstar’ winners!
We believe that each poem below is just fantastic so each will receive a gorgeous notebook and pen, so they can carry on scribbling down their future musings.
SUPERSTAR
POEM ONE
I didn’t want to lose my hair,
And when I did, I cried.
The treatment worked, and I rejoiced,
But still, I felt the loss inside.
They said it would come back again
That’s often true I know,
But not in my case, I’m afraid
It just refused to grow.
I learned to love the wigs I wore
And thankful for the joy
Of trying new colours and new styles
And not being shy or coy.
I don’t mind who I tell now.
I have confidence and pride
In knowing I look good today
And I don’t have to hide.
So ladies, please be positive
And never once despair
For you’ll look better than before
In your new non-bio hair.
by Jane
SUPERSTAR POEM THREE
The Wig Shop – The week before, I passed by your door.
Turning to my friend and saying, ‘’If I ever lose my hair, I know where to come’’
Within the month, I knew what to do. If only I’d known my premonition would come true.
Alopecia Totalis – “Wait, what – are you sure?’’
Alopecia Totalis – ‘’I’m afraid…. there is no cure’’
The walls close in – I’m angry, I’m scared! In no way am I mentally prepared.
‘’Hair loss is caused by stress so try to relax’’ – I stare in disbelief as my smile starts to crack.
‘’Keep calm’’ I laugh as I hold my head, strands of thin hair hang on by a thread.
The image in the mirror staring back at me – a face I no longer recognise; no eyebrows, no eyelashes just puffy red tear stained eyes.
I cry through the night for that girl with the gorgeous long hair….I ponder on how life can be so incredibly unfair.
Women – we are warriors our hair is our crowning glory. So feminine and rich our hair tells our story.
And what was I now?
My body letting me down, hair refusing to grow. Ashamed, embarrassed, full of hurt and sorrow. “It’s only hair”….It became so cliche….If I said it enough, would the pain go away?
But then….
My strength showed up, pulled me out of the hole. My depression got lighter and the light filled my Soul.
I wasn’t my hair and my hair wasn’t me…. I realised that hair doesn’t give me validity.
It’s my kindness, compassion and the way that I smile. A few of the things that I lost for a while.
I became brave and gracious, found strength and got courageous…only I could save us.
I’m beautiful as me – this is my story.
Alopecia Totalis – you are my crowning glory.
by Jessica
SUPERSTAR
POEM FOUR
This is the story of my crowning glory
It began many years ago.
As I washed my hair oh how I did stare
A large bald patch began to grow.
I will not lie, I began to cry
As locks of hair fell from my crown.
What was I to do? I felt so blue
My world was turned upside down.
My problem got worse, I thought it was a curse
I decided to get some advice.
“Its alopecia”, Doctor said “It’s all over your head”
His prognosis was not too nice!
I was in despair. I had no hair
To the internet I ran.
Left in the lurch, I began to search
To find a wig was my only plan.
“Simply Wigs” I found when looking around,
I couldn’t believe the choice!
The colours and styles filled me up with smiles,
Oh how I did rejoice!
So that is the story of my crowning glory,
Sometimes life can put you to the test.
Now I try to hold my head up high,
“Simply Wigs”, You’re simply the best!
by Joanana
We love our customers – ‘thank you‘
We would once again thank all the SW community for taking the time to write these fantastic poems. We are sure that you all would agree that the are just fab! Please comment below with your thoughts.
The poetry is great and so inspiring for people to read. I have not lost hair but I’ve lost my beautiful curly hair. It’s now straight and matted and not good to see.
Oh how I wish for my lovely curls again. I could wash and leave my hair to dry and they did there own thing. But it must be a challenge to accept the loss of a head of hair.
Thank you again for the frank and honest poetry.
Loved writing my poem. It was as if it had been waiting to be told for years. I found it a healing experience.
Lots of love to everyone going through this journey. Xx
Wonderful poems, thank you all so much for expressing beautifully what many of us think.
Jessica, I loved that your strength came back and you found what is important, and Nuala, your poem did make me laugh and there are many days, (not all!) when I couldn’t agree more!
What a fantastic group of poems, each detailing the difficulties we have to go to but each with such a positive spin!
Nuala I smiled so much , reading yours!
Love them!
I love all these poems but particularly relate to number 5, Nuala’s poem. I am not actually bald, though I do have a patch of receding hairline. But I am so glad to to have made a decision to stop all those everyday processes listed in the poem. Though I do still cut my own hair. My wigs, from Simply Wigs, look good and I don’t care one bit whether anyone else knows they’re wigs (though most people don’t). At 83 years-old I’ve well and truly had enough of faffing about with my own hair, as in the poem.