It’s Prosery Day over at the dVerse Poets Pub!
For those of you new to dVerse, here are the rules:
Write a story of 144 words or less (not including the title). The story must have a beginning and an end, and should not be poetry. Sounds easy enough right? Here’s the twist: You must use the poetry line I have given you within your story. You may alter the punctuation, but you must use the line in its entirety.
Today, I have chosen the following line taken from Spring Azures from the book Wild Geese by Mary Oliver:
‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.’
Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.
Thus is the result of wading through the wet cement of too many past mistakes and having neither the guts nor sense to face them. Instead, I haul the accumulated baggage along to the next thing. In the beginning it’s easy to stuff the baggage by laughing it off, allowing people to think I am quirky or eccentric. Eventually though, the more astute folks are able to see through the façade and figure it out:
I’m a fake.
Pretending to be ‘normal’ in order to fit in with groups I don’t even understand is exhausting. It’s no wonder that sooner or later the ball will drop like it’s New Year’s Eve, except with a splat— embarrassingly reminiscent of the Emperor’s New Clothes.
Sure, I could simply drop the baggage, but then who would I be?
Ergo, the Ogre 
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