My old soul loves Lamps

I was once a piece of mahogany wood lying in a furniture shop. The carpenter had been relieved of his daily grind earlier that day and was retiring when I caught his attention. I was idling behind the door, hoping to be left alone but his keen eyes wore a fixed gaze as one may in a moment of divine revelation. In a flash he tossed me to the dissection table and a chunk of my belly was chopped off. Then I was carved into a hollow cylindrical frame with a stand and base. Next he used the splinters on my exterior and drilled a painful hole in my base. After rummaging about in his old cabinet he came up with a dusty old package of a wiring unit which was connected to the hollow interior through the hole. The final architecture pleased him and I (now a lamp) was polished and placed on the upper shelf.
The next week I was joined by many brothers and sisters bearing the same scars, but contrary to my dull demeanour they were pretty upbeat about it. We were sent away in groups to the big market for sale. When my day arrived, I was excited and hoping to be taken by someone from the mountains, back to my homeland.
My wait wasn’t that long but patience had never been my best attribute. So just when thought I was loosing it, a family came and bought me off. I was a gift for their eldest son who was in the troops. He came home one day and took me south to his place.
I remember my nightmares about the new place but reaching it I saw a lot of greenery. It’s not comparable to the north but the air is lighter, rainfall sufficient and plenty of birdsongs to hear. I have been placed on an ottoman and fixed with a white glowing bulb. Sometimes if I’m lucky I get to wear his prayer cap. He read books by my side and writes his diary. I am allowed to take a peek and joyous when the story is about my home and the valleys of north. When he travels (and he does that a lot) I wait and pray for his safe return. We share the same longing for quiet places, rivers and mountains. I am no more dull and weary and have a friend who understands and take care of me.
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~onion

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