A seat at my table

I saw a single chair as

I looked at my table and

I counted : one of six, with a broke leg

I looked

I wondered,

How did the chair become this way?

I sat anyways

I believed in its strength

I didn’t question whether it could

I looked

I wondered

How did the chair become this way?

I never judged it

I didn’t listen when

I was told it would let me fall

I argued and said

I was strong,

I could hold my weight, but wouldn’t need to

I looked

I wondered

How did the chair become this way?

I believed in its potential

I was sure it would hold up

I had 5 other options, but chose this one

I was wrong

I realized, as the floor I harshly hit

I was wrong, to believe in what if’s

I looked

I wondered

How did the chair become this way?

I no longer wonder,

I feel sorry for it,

I hope a new owner finds it-before in the trash it ends