By Olivia L. Casey
My scales too heavy now for me to rise.
Scales jabbed tightly in my many aches
Braided up in agony, I lie.
I lift a wing and loose a weakened cry
For I have found a body too weak to wake
The heavy scales I carry at sunrise.
Anxious eyes turned up to empty sky.
I have become a lowly flightless snake.
Braided up in agony, I lie
Alone, envious of the bird and fly,
My wings fall limp from time gone by. I shake
Those scales too heavy now for me to rise.
Angered by a soul too old to try
I lift my large head toward an endless fate.
Braided up in agony, I lie
Discarded. I wait and wait but will not die
And watch in fear as sun and sky abate.
I lift my heavy scales and try to rise
But braided up in agony, I lie.
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