The Smallest of Triggers
I hate how I feel
Although common it seems
Having been once again
What I swore I’d not be
Yes, despite all the talks
That I’ve had with myself
Making promises to
Put the past on the shelf
Asking Heaven to help me
And forming a plan
Putting forth my best effort
To do all I can
But so quickly it seems
To unravel and fray
As I learn once again
What I learn everyday
That small problems are made
A full universe bigger
If you won’t stop what starts
With the smallest of triggers
…Jeff Bresee
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