Hear the trumpet calls outside these walls.
Like an angry storm — crashing, cruelly,
beating down relentlessly,
breaking into my fortress:
they shout for accountability.
“It is safe,”
I lie to myself.
“These walls won’t cave.
They will brave the wave of criticism.”
And so continues my self-deception.
I will take no action.
There will be no reaction.
The king of this castle isn’t home.