Please Don’t Trigger My Past

Words, like rain, can nourish or flood

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In the garden of my soul, memories sleep
Tender flowers, the roots run deep
Each word you utter, each jest you cast
Can stir the shadows of my troubled past
Please tread lightly, with kindness, not scorn
For what’s easily spoken may leave another torn
Words, like rain, can nourish or flood
Revive sweet blooms or stain them with mud
Don’t awaken the…