Crawling Towards Eternity

Fifty-eight times
I have shed my skin
and may live
to molt another
soon enough.
The Garden
was once mine,
but things changed.
Many times
I have felt
the heel
upon my neck,
but only once
struck back
and was broken
for the sin
of revenge.
Time ignores
individual outbursts
and, anyway,
God forgives idiots
(I hope).
We act and
we act again;
the results
are called life.
This gets weary.
Beware:
I am getting
cranky as I age.
Do not tread
on me again.
  - mce