A warm gesture, a welcome, something worth while .
But instead, to your despair, as you walk through the door …
It’s sad to see nothing, but a cold empty floor .
There are no people, no voices and no faces .
There are no actions, no noises and no paces .
Simply the walls and the floor, set in with dust .
The ceiling cracked, and the corners full of crust .
There is no more warmth here, in this isolated room .
It’s story is told, the history done; locked up in it’s own tomb .
But in the center of the room lies a single chair; placed with care .
And on its back is carved the words… “We’ve been there.”
I would like to belive I matter... but It's not so easy
I am....speechless Leo. I have no idea how to express the full truth of these words you have just uttered.
I know for some, they have been though quite a lot in their lives but choose not to do something about it. then there are others like you who stand taller than the world and you can laugh at it, instead of fall within its grasp.
*I shake my head* many would fight to have the strength you do.