the wonders it brings

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.

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