A Thumbtack

A thumbtack rests, its point sharp and true,

a reminder of memories pinned right through.

Once it held laughter, notes scrawled with glee,

but now it lies quiet, its purpose empty.

In this wall, where dreams used to stick,

now faded reminders, a hard thumping tick.

Old wounds resurface as I gaze and reflect,

that single small object, a life once unchecked.