Kiwi Crocus (cranky__crocus) wrote,
Kiwi Crocus
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Snake.

I was watching some bloody rubbish TV, but heard one good line about snakes being symbols of healing. I find this to be very true, even with the well-known fear of them. They're constantly in the subconcious of humans, yet few have seen a snake in its natural environment. I had inspiration, and a day off. What do I get? A poem. No rhyme, no rythm. Just read it.

The snake makes its way towards the tunnel,
Scales sliding,
Muscles working,
And the skin flaking.
This snake is fear.
This snake is hope.
It’s time for a new slate,
Time to be raw.
The skin begins to slip and shed.
It’s itchy, and irritating.
Changing a life can be such an annoyance.
This snake reached the tunnel,
And slips inside.
No resistance.
The rocks and pebbles are pushed away
By contracting and stretching muscles.
The snake is almost free of this itchy skin.
It’s almost time for healing,
But also for a time of vulnerability.
The skin slips off and the snake is left raw.
Healing will come soon, and the skin will grow back.
It will grow back stronger, bigger.
More fitting.
This time of questioning and weakness
Is a comfort.
This snake has time to grow and harden,
Heal and produce a new outer layer.
In the years to come, that layer will slide off as well.
It will be equally itchy, and equally as irritating.
The result will be the same: vulnerability and healing.
This snake is not alone.
All the other tunnels in these rocks give home to other snakes,
All having shed their itchy skins.
They are all ready for their healing.

There. It didn't rot your eyes, did it? Well, maybe it did, but that's not myyy fault. =D. I like it. Personal preference. If you don't like it, please say why and not just that, "It sucks." because I don't think it sucks, but I can accept someone elses experience of it if he or she says why.

I'm "baby"sitting Zach down the street at 12:30 for an hour and a half. I'll get money, and have a few minutes to interview Lisa for that school project. Until then, I read and write.

Enjoy your day.

The girl that was confused upon waking to find a snowday,
Kiwi.

EDIT: Screw lj-cuts. Stupid el-jay.
Tags: poems, writing
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