Life from the armchair

by Devina

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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