Sitting in My Corner Chair
Where I sit—
In my corner chair,
where I put on weight
and grow out hair—
Watch TV
without a care
sit and stir
and blankly stare
at the blankest page
without a word
just thoughts on things
I may have heard—
I may have lived
if I wasn’t scared
and sat all day
in my corner chair.
I wish I could come take you by the hand and sit on your porch with you for a while. If you keep letting people know that you’re afraid, you’ll come across someone who will be afraid with you until neither of you feel that fear as strongly. Please don’t give up.
Thank you for sharing. Sending love and light your way.
I understand this one too well. I’m sorry.