
The Wait
I sit in this chair all day.Dawn turns to dusk.Nobody comes. I wait patiently.Expectantly.Hopeful of who will walk through the door. Dusk turns to night.I
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I sit in this chair all day.Dawn turns to dusk.Nobody comes. I wait patiently.Expectantly.Hopeful of who will walk through the door. Dusk turns to night.I

Fire.It burns. Hurts. Destroys. This fire is differentI watch people as it rests on them.It burnsBut does not consumeIt lightsBut does not harmIt is hotBut

Looking out the windowThe intimidating looming shadows point fingers her wayAfraid, she pulls awayHiding from the reprimanding figures The darkness is a constant reminder of her

I gaze longinglyThe other side invites me.The lush green pasture calls my name.It’s everything I’ve longed for. How long?How long till I get what I
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