The Shackled Chair

The clouds were cottony soft with hues of blue...

The breezing wind was carrying a story of happiness, guilt and love.....

That warm sunshine was inviting to step out and create a new story in the pages of the book of life....

The lush green grass was dancing with the breez depicting their own little cubicle of elated being....

The little girl in the house sitting on the window pane wanted to rush on that green grass and and dance with them ,

She wanted to feel the warmth of sunshine on her face

She wanted to paint a new picture on the pages of her book of life ....

If only she could break herself through those shackles of wheelchair...

Her mind is an ocean of various emotions but only if she could display those to the world outside....

If she could break through from herself....