To the Empty Chair
I used to think
a chair would always be there whenever someone wanted to sit down.
Like an empty position at work,
someone always comes along to fill it in the end.
But as more people arrived,
there never seemed to be enough chairs.
Sometimes,
even asking for a place to sit
was seen as taking an opportunity away from someone else.
There were times
I chose to keep standing,
even though I wanted to sit down too.
Standing for too long hurts.
But somehow,
it still felt easier
than taking a chair from someone else.
The more worn out some chairs became,
the more people seemed to want them.
Even though,
sometimes,
they weren't all that comfortable to begin with.
As more people were left standing,
the room somehow felt smaller too.
Some people tried to hold on to their place.
Others quietly stepped away.
And somewhere along the way,
I started to wonder.
Were we really trying to hold on to the chair itself?
Or were we only trying to hold on to the feeling
that we still belonged here.
Some emptiness
may not exist in the room at all.
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I only realized later
that sometimes the scariest thing
isn't having nowhere to sit.
It's the day you realize
that even after finally sitting down,
the emptiness inside you
still feels the same.
Because in the end,
maybe what we were looking for
was never the seat itself.
Maybe it was simply the feeling
that we deserved to be seen too.
And maybe
the emptiest chair of all
was never the one in that room.
Maybe it was the empty space inside ourselves,
the place where we never allowed ourselves
to sit down and rest.
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