A Meditation on Snakes

I do not let go of anger easily,

It sheds its skin again and again,

Continuing to coil and bite,

Making me bleed and remember.

My rage does not settle for time passed,

It slithers around,

Squeezing the life out of peace,

Mating with forgiveness.

The eggs are contradictory,

Two truths that coexist,

Hatching and slithering and shedding,

It will not die.