Trigger

Three letters, one syllable

A common name, for a common man

A short sound devoid of mystery

But a sound that opens my eyes

A frequency that triggers my heart

Oh, how I would like

To dissect the letters

To dismantle the sound

To send the pieces

To the three corners of the world

Then I may find peace

Listening to the wind

The letters could not danse

Together in the air

Adjusting themselves

Into the forbidden name

There would be one less syllable

In the world’s languages

There would be holes

In the middle of sentences

But my heart would be light

Unburdened by the weight

Of the history hidden

In these three letters, one syllable