the door knob waits in silence
its brass spine polished with care
holding the weight of our lives
as if it knows every secret
a single twist—
and the world is reshaped
a gateway to freedom
or a cage closing
its grip is careful yet firm
guiding us with soft authority
how many dreams has it contained
how many tears has it ignored
we don’t thank it enough
this quiet guardian of our chaos
yet it listens to every argument
and feels the tremor of every goodbye
when my hand falters on its surface
i am reminded of its loyalty
the unnoticed comfort in its steadiness
the small things that keep us moving
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Comments2
Well written. Your poet, presumably reflecting on personal experiences and emotions tied to everyday objects.
So little of this today a poem of friendship. Nicely written
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