i've been sitting in the same chair for
     too long
sitting and expiring and waiting for something better to come around

i've searched and scoured and not in vein
     it took
a while
           but being here is feels short

my heart refueled
 i write
  i hold
   i feel
    i'm alive.

the pencil shakes
     i'm pensive sure but
when the chips are down you're where
 i turn.

Categories: everyday

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