Thrones

You never just sit.
And a throne never simply waits.

It listens – and not only to what you say.
It remembers the way your body softens when no one’s watching.
The quiet spark when something finally goes right.
The silent storms you survive without witnesses.

A throne holds all of it.
The contradictions.
The confidence.
The truths you only show when the door is closed.

Some thrones are just furniture.
The right one dares to recognize you.