A Peaceful Chair Poem by Sarah Persson

In a chair I sit and close my eyes,
No need to look around,
My senses hightened, sensitive,
My heart beat quickens with each slight sound.

The silence heard seems louder,
Even heat tingles on skin,
Each heart beat pounds within my ears,
Every second here, alive within.

If I were bound from head to toe,
In bandages tied tight,
I'd still find freedom in this peace,
Much more than dreams that fill each night.

In reverence my stillness moves,
Each nerve a quenched delight,
New energy springs from once tired cells
And all I am, learns unthought heights.