From a lower perspective

I am but a thin piece of pliable metal
wrapped tightly around myself
whose sole purpose is to keep it all together
tax documents, court room exhibits,
a page or two of insurance paperwork
I am adjusting slowly to the light of day
having spent most of my life locked away
in a dark cabinet forgotten by time
surrounded only by darkness and a deafening quiet
and now I sit here
resting in the carpet fibers of a dimly lit florescent hallway
largely ignored again by footsteps and vacuum cleaners
even the spiders and cockroaches
just trying to keep it all together