Moments of Pain

These are the ways
Of the snake in the grass
On his belly he crawls
With his head in the sand

Over paths of misfortune
Under leaves of disdain
Through the pastures of heaven
Trapped in moments of pain

As he listens to whispers
Of his terrible sins
Longing not to be capsuled
By the shell of his skin

Slowly breaks through the surface
And crawls through the membrane
Letting go of the carcass
Sheds the skin of his pain

Even in the darkest days
The rarest day has ended well
Well beyond the agony
Of never ending days