Hinge people
Have you ever felt like a hinge?
Holding two things together
while knowing they will soon separate,
and then hopefully reunite.
I think about this when I open the frig.
I often leave the door open if I am merely
going to return something after use,
hoping to save wear.
It is humorous in a way.
Thinking about one’s life
in such a manner.
The life of a hinge.
When you think of people,
it does make some sense.
You have those that are angry,
proud, stubborn, resolute.
Then others who are easily swayed,
emotional and often offended.
The hinge, brings them together
again and again..
The hinge seeks resolution,
in a world torn apart
by politics, fear and emotion,
forever seeking to bring it back together.
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