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Rain and Snake

I crawl through darkness —
small, scared,
biting at shadows
to keep my life,
to keep my fear away.

I hold my breath,
keep still,
hiding trembling beneath the strike,
trying not to break,
trying not to pour my heart out.

Everyone sees the fight —
the flash of scales,
the flicker of anger —
but no one sees the fear
that claws beneath the surface,
the quiet battle I wage alone.

I am the rain —
falling slow,
holding back the storm inside,
stubbornly holding it in,
though the weight grows heavy.

Sometimes I feel it —
the sky breaking open,
the flood ready to spill free,
but I clutch harder,
trying not to drown in my own tears.

I see that in him —
eyes full of pain,
holding back the storm,
terrified,
yet still trying
to keep the enemy at bay
with silence and stillness.

Maybe I am the same —
holding on too tight,
hiding the cracks,
knowing the end may come soon,
but refusing to let go.

Maybe we are all snakes and rain —
also here to survive the storm —
fragile and fierce,
wounded and wary,
trying to live without breaking.

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Ink Empress Date: 6/4/2025 6:32:00 AM A powerful poem this is dear poetic soul, i loved so many lines in this, so many emotions and layers of thoughts that one homes within, i love how you compared yourself to rain, holding the storm within biting too hide, suppressing so much in silence and stillness and to end it with "Maybe we are all snakes and rain — also here to survive the storm — fragile and fierce, wounded and wary, trying to live without breaking" is powerful and soul hitting! Snakes and rain could be used as a brilliant prompt! So evocative and so deep! So much has been conveyed here in such an introspective manner! Soul searching! And feeling the innermost thoughts and describing them with exquisite metaphors! Pleasure reading this! Sending you light always Login to Reply Becoming trude from the ruins Date: 6/13/2025 10:39:00 PM Thank you, Ink Empress—your words truly mean everything to me. Coming from a poet whose work I admire so deeply, this feels like a quiet light in the dark. Rain and Snake was written from a place I rarely let anyone see—a place of stillness, fear, and quiet survival. You saw all the layers I hid between the lines… and that makes me feel a little less alone. The way you echoed back the soul of the poem—it felt like being understood without having to explain. I’ll carry your words with me. And maybe… snakes and rain will stir more poems yet to come. Sending you warmth and gratitude, always.