I’ve sat here for what seems forever
The chair carries an imprint of me
Of rainy days and cups of tea
Of breezy sunny days and a pile of books on my lap
Oh the places I went, the scents I breathed
The friends I made, the men I have loved
All in the palm of these two trembling hands
Alas, this forever is not always for me
A voice inside insists I must go and be more free
These walls weren’t made to confine me
My chair will always be here,
I have to seek new frontiers and walk new roads
To hold my own pen and be the hero of my own tale,
Perhaps another armchair reader will someday read.
© Devina S.
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