The Winter of Your Life
Ode to the Spinny Chair

Note: This poem was written for the Ode to Ordinary Challenge. The Prompt: Write an ode to an ordinary object.
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We met in the Winter of your life
Wrinkles creeping across your surface
Like forks of lightning painting a charcoal sky
Your features were frozen in a frown
Fabric torn like a canvas
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Your home was a workplace
With greying walls where
Sunlight was trapped on the
Other side of a dead-bolted door
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Spiderwebs wove patterns
Around your wheels
But still, you moved
With the loyalty of that
Which has always carried others
Always living for the journey
As well as the destination
Squealing at every departure
And sighing at every arrival
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Dust clung in layers
To every part of you
Ice frosted over a window
Tattoos drawn on skin
But you still provided
A safe place to rest
A haven amidst a purgatory
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Wars raged on the other side
Of your house
Battles were lost on the other side
Of the lunchroom walls
But still, you stayed
Awaiting weary legs
And wearier minds
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Friendships made
The dark atmosphere brighter
Unlocking the door and
Letting in a sliver of light
That on some days turned
To a sea of golden sunshine
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You were stolen and
Hidden and returned as
Fake alliances were forged
And feigned trust was broken on
Deadly days of workplace fun
(And an attempt to forget about
The minefield beneath our feet)
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And then they threatened
To throw you away
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Your house was renovated
The drab interior turned
An unblemished white
Old friends around you
Too torn to stay
Identical and mundane chairs
Arriving in their stead
The tables replaced
With ash coloured rivals
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They said you wouldn't fit in
But I never had
And you'd never cared
You were there for me
When the dragon on
The other side of the wall
Burned bodies to corpses
And prowled past the
Knights in a poor disguise
They never bothered to
Look past
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You were there when
The snakes slithered everywhere
Tying themselves in knots
Trying to poison people with
Their own misery
(Tying my noose tighter)
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You were there when
The gossip and gaslighting
Hypocrisy and blame
Drove me to near insanity
(Not as extreme as theirs)
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When blame was delusionally
Handed out and placed
On the wrong shoulders
You were there
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When the yelling and
Accusations lingered and
I stared longingly at the
Invisible jail bars
You were there
You were there
You were there
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So I took you home
And commissioned a
Set of armour
Fabric was chosen
Fabric was cut
Fabric was sewn
Fabric was fitted
To your parts
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Once you wore it
Your frown was
Wiped away
Sand on a beach
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I banished the cobwebs
Brushed off the dust
Photographed you as if I knew...
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Every story has a goodbye
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Your return didn't contain
Dramatic music or a captive audience
(The good ones never do)
It was as quiet as your loyalty
As underappreciated as you (used to be)
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You survived in the
Slim streak of sunlight
And I looked forward to
Your comfort like a
Battle weary soldier
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But still, a war was waged
Still I fought on the frontlines
Bruised but hiding the blemished skin
Shooting out flares and watching
As they were received with
Feigned empathy and
Concealed ignorance
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You stayed and I stayed
And toxicity kept camping
In every spare space
Blood coating a crime scene
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You took me to the fridge
And the sink and
Back to the table but
Never away from here
Never somewhere better
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And so I said goodbye
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I took your armour as proof
You looked forlorn without it
You looked like what this place
Had always been
(Even if they won't admit it)
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You were in the Winter of your life
But I am only in the Spring of mine
And when was the last time
I picked a flower and
Inhaled its happiness?
When was the last time
I stopped to dance
With the delighted
Dusk breeze?
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They say pick your battles
And you stayed with me while
I fought internally
Desperate to save the dying
Determined to slay demons
That were not mine to defeat
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You stayed by me until
I finally lay down the sword
And watched the door close tight
As I stepped through to
The other side
(Where sunlight falls like rain)
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Every story has a goodbye
And this is yours
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