The Chair Calls Your Name
Sarah Donovan
The chair calls your name to write again.
The blank page awaits. Sit. Begin.
Fingers speak stories, a writer’s trance.
Ache. Radiate. Enough for today. Stand.
The blank page awaits. Sit. Begin.
Craft words from trauma, love, sin.
Ache. Radiate. Enough for today. Stand.
Nurture the body that held your hands.
Craft words from trauma, love, sin.
Move beings into spaces to face fears.
Nurture the body that held your hands.
Mountain. Bridge. Warrior. Child’s.
Move beings into spaces to face fears.
Fingers speak stories, a writer’s trance.
Mountain. Bridge. Warrior. Child’s.
The chair calls your name to write again.
