The castle’s but a ruin now
And rats infest the rubble.
There was a time I’d knit my brow
To see time burst that bubble.

But I’m no more the castle’s king
Than I was once its jester,
And so there isn’t anything
To make my feelings fester.

Yet triggers come in many forms
And fire when least expected,
And happy they who face such storms
Remaining unaffected.

For triggers shouldn’t be ignored
But noticed, welcomed and explored.

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