This was a poem written to me by my wonderful daughter, not about alopecia, but other traumatic events in my family. My interpretation is below the poem. I share it because my daughter is so special to me and through her own terrible experiences has gained insight into my family's pattern of disfunction.
The edges perceived
A shaded circumference
Round staged lives
An inherited image
Seen stagnant and solid
Made mortal and mean
Through matriarchal…
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