Writing

Writing 

Is like living with a snake.

You spend a lot of time watching it sleep.

It requires only sporadic feeding,

When it moves, it unwinds slowly,

imperceptible, yet it will not be stopped.

It has a mind of its own. It will shed its skin

whether you are ready for it or not.

And when you are asleep, not watchful, think 

you are handling it just fine, the snake will

strike out, bite, and you will fear it.

You must not be afraid.

This is what snakes do.

You own the snake for this purpose.

The blow only startles. 

Suck the venom out, spit,

nurse the wound.

The scar you carry will remind you.