Nail


I see you in your most private times,
I watch your family grow,
I am what holds up your moment’s
captured by a flash in time.

I was used to keep your wall’s
together,
I was used to hang your memories,
I was used to keep your furniture
from falling apart.

I am rusted and corroded,
bent and broken.

A nail forgotten…
yet always there when you need me.

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