The letter

Four walls.

Light falls from a chandelier.

The center table, once empty,

Now holds sheets of paper, a pen and your elbow.

You are trying to write some words,

The right ones to say what you want to say.

Hey, put your guards down and let it go!

You do not write with your brain, you write with your soul.

The chair stands tight, holding you

So you will not fall to the cold, inviting floor when you lose it.

Letters, words, sentences…

They are never good enough.

You give up.

Tears are rolling down your face.

You throw your letter away into the fireplace.

You throw your heart away into the fireplace.