Hinges

Desperation aches deep

Loud creaks screech in my rusted soul

The nails froze overtime


Still hung. Longing for movement

Remind me these nails still hold

Frozen from apathy,


Apathy trapping me between stillness

Where an invisible entropy that entered me sits.

Winter fits, but seasons change. Seasons, please change.


Three nails in need of oil, swing open

Remind me why I hang

Winters passed, the hour glass is turned. I’m open to Spring.

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