There was a snake in the road ahead,

He or she was really truly dead.

I drove by and began to cry.

I remember

A road trip as a kid,

The car ran over a snake, it did!

I screamed but was told,

Not to worry,

The snake would be fine,

It was round and would just roll with the tires,

And not get hurt.

And as I looked back,

I saw it move,

It moved as I looked back, it did

so I believed him,

And he asked,

“Have you seen lots of dead snakes in roads?”

And I had to admit I had not…

“See,” he said, as if the experience of a six year old was expansive,

“I am telling the truth.”

But he was lying,

To stop me from crying.

And it did.

For a while.

Until today.

Now I cry grown woman tears for snakes and fears.

.

Telling the truth is important,

but it is also important to listen to the truth.

seek the truth,

share it.

Do not let your true self get run over.