There was a snake in the road ahead,
He or she was really truly dead.
I drove by and began to cry.
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.
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,
Do not let your true self get run over.