Jeff Bresee

Rookie (10/29/1970 / Salt Lake City)

The Smallest Of Triggers - Poem by Jeff Bresee

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

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