Empty Chair
the expanse between arm rests
where your arms once lay
echoes the emptiness
felt in my heart
sixteen seasons
have lived and died
while my arms remain
folded against my chest
fearful of opening
to the constant many
hesitant to lift my foot
to that staircase
and climb yet another steep ladder
my nights are filled with pictures
circling around my head
of the journey I yearn to take
of the thoughts I wish to say
of the flesh I wish I was
a melancholy saran wrap envelopes the space
between my brain and my breath
Hope and Faith are all I have left
Sarah Jenkins
