Day after day her own thoughts of isolation
Rang so loudly in her ears
Drowning out all the rest

Until
In a rare quiet moment
A small voice whispered
“Try the doorknob”

Timidly she turned the knob
Walking through to discover
There had been a chair with her name on it
The whole time.

About this poem: Sometimes we isolate ourselves out of fear. Fear of being good enough, fear of being accepted. Sometimes all we need to do is step through the door, cross the barrier of that fear and we find the place we were supposed to be all along