Ancient chair

I sit on an ancient

chair typing my brain;

seeing into myself,

being fearless,

yet wracked with doubts;

imaginative and clever,

maybe even bold,

yet oh so clumsy

and far away:

For I am the 

internal weaver

who embroiders 

thoughts,

feelings,

stories,

that become the 

archetypes of the soul.

 

 

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