Threnody

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It was supposed to be safe
here in my towering castle made of
soft blankets and gentle caresses,
comforting words and wishes.

It was a foundation ancient and sturdy;
to question it would be to doubt the stability of the mountains.

/I was supposed to be clever./

It is silly to argue otherwise:
I didn't realize it until it was too late.
A forgotten door left open somewhere
or maybe it was an unlatched window.

A tiny fracture in the castle defenses,
and an unfortunate side-effect of the human condition.

The frost and dark nights have slowly crept inside,
brushing my heart and uncertain hands.
And I understand I am no longer safe here—
no more than if I was caught out in the wintry wilds.

/I was supposed to be clever./

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