āBut do you care enough to deserve it?ā says the silver snake,
Coiling around you with hurt in its eyes;
Its heart is so big and beautiful and broken,
A thousand shades of a million colours as it cries its heart out-
Every problem an insurmountable accelerando,
Every piece of panic transformed into opera,
Every joyous occasion reaching a shining pinnacle-
Before it crumbles into the pits of despair, a shimmering blue fog that lies on the floor of your home,
And as you walk through it, you see the imprint your footprints leave in the smoke, before that everlasting fog slowly drizzles back in to complete itself.
āDo you care enough?ā
And there you sit, having learnt over time,
That if you speak your fear like an orange flame,
It will spark and catch the fog alight,
And your home will burn in the snakeās fiery distress-
So you learnt to hide it, contain your flames,
Keep a shield of grey between your colourful palette,
And the sheer beautiful power of the snake-
And now, even your golden glow of caring, of wanting,
Has dulled to a pale yellow that you can barely even notice.
āI will get it for you. If you care.ā
āNo. I donāt care. I canāt care. I never cared. I donāt deserve it.
And the praise and the love and the life turns away,
The snake going back to its own chorus,
To shower itself in its desires to fulfil the blazing glory of its heart-
And you hope, that one day,