Im not the one to climb to the top. Id rather stay behind in the shade. Im not the one to push, id rather do without than quarel.

I am the one to desire, to taste, to yearn - but what I yearn for is a gift. I want the gift in exchange for my own gift, but I want a better gift then the one I have to offer - at least a better tasting and smelling and looking gift.

I guess I thought if I wrapped up my gift in fancy paper and mailed it far far away and provided all the proper visas and postage that all that fluff and show would somehow make up for my sorry little broken gift. I hoped against hope that she might see something beautiful in my gift that I did not.

But as I feared when the box was unwrapped - she shrieked, and laughed and threw my gift away - and she took her own bright shiney pretty gift back to herself and left without saying goodbye.

I cry and try to lift myself up the mountain. But it is much harder now.

[submitted 11/24/03]