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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Exchange
[time] => 2016-02-22 00:50:36
[hometext] => A tale of self deception
[bodytext] => When I grew tired of being me; I climbed up to the CHANGING tree; It’s sits upon a clovered knoll; Calling to unhappy souls. “Leave your troubles here and be; Anyone you want to be”. It boughs were bent with little sacks; Tied by those who wished to lack; All the sorrows they contained; Hundreds of them still remained. I’d wrapped my worries in a rag; And tied it to a branch that sagged. “Oh no” the tree said gleefully; You cannot leave that here with me; Until you take a sack in trade; That is how my deal is made!” So I picked the smallest one; But going home it came undone; Woes and worries flew about; And through the front door of my house! For seven nights they moaned and cried; With anguish I could not abide. I threw them out, “Be gone! You’re Free!” But they knew they belonged to me. No matter where I hid they followed; Crying, wailing, dark cheeks hollowed! Clinging to my skin and hair; Eating til my soul was bare! I hardly had the strength to climb That little hill just one more time Dragging all that grief and pain; Knowing I would go insane; If my little sack was gone; Traded just as I had done! On bloodied knees I reached the tree; And never was one glad as me; For there I saw my little sack; “Please” I begged “Please, give it back!” The tree bent down to look at me; I heard its laughter, mocking me. Within my vest the demons danced; I hurled it to the highest branch! Grabbed my sack and down I ran; Back to where it all began! Locked the door and dimmed the light; Spread the sack with pure delight! Out came tiny floating bubbles; One for every precious trouble! In that moment I had learned; That I could bear what I have earned! And fell asleep most gratefully, with all my woes curled up with me! [comments] => 6 [counter] => 293 [topic] => 40 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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