Upon a Chair…

I sit here upon this chair…

I know not what I do every moment… It all has an impact somehow somewhere….

But I know more know than I did 10 Minutes before…

I grew, laughed and cried… Upon this chair…

I sat her for so long… I forgot my legs could even work…

So I sat upon this chair…  quiet and alone…

Pen in my hand and paper in my lap…  Lines poured out…

But the ink in my veins dried up…

But that door opened…

Light came in…

I got up….

 

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