A little boy at the water’s edge held

Out for me to see- his small snake

“Oh you frightened me” I said ,

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Life is a series of frights

Each one personal….

Slowly, I am learning to admit ( to myself)

Those things heavy on my heart

So that spirit might help recirculate them

Get the spirit flow moving again.

Acceptance is sometimes not easily won

But it’s the only winning there is.

Little snake held in the boys hands

The wonder of it.