The tale had been told since I was a child. If you follow the path though it my be hard, at the end you will find the trouble eater. The trouble eater has a fierce expression, a bulbous nose, green whiskers, and hidden all seeing eyes. It has a cavernous mouth to eat all troubles. Only the most faithful to the arduous walk arrive at it’s doorstep.
I walked the path for many merciless years.
I stayed faithful and brave.
I found the trouble eater.
I laid down my troubles and found peace.
I became the trouble eater.
This is written in response to the photo prompt provided by Sue Vincent at: