Alligator Allegory
Taming the beast within.
The pond I needed to cross was infested with alligators. I thought for too long but eventually figured the best way across was on the back of one of them.
It was the perfect solution. For I could ride on its back and pass the time by writing in my journal while its large and strong tail propelled us safely to the other side.
I thoroughly inspected several and carefully chose one with a wide back, smooth scales and only a few dull teeth
But as fall turned to winter, the alligator grew razor sharp teeth and its scales sharpened to a point. Everyday another tooth while the pointed scales poked through my jeans and into my thighs.
I began to worry that I might fall off, and that if I did, he might eat me.
With no appealing or safe alternatives, I decided the only thing I could do about the situation was keep writing, ignore the pain and forget about the danger.
On the road, Santa Cruz
Made it across the Alligator pond?
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