Life in a Bubble

Many Bubbles Floating in The Air,

Going Different Directions Without a Care.

Some Disappear Go Plain Out of Sight,

Some Hang Around even Staying All Night.

Like My Dreams I Am Floating Away,

To a Fantasy World in My Head they will Stay.

Less Bubbles Floating in The Air,

Protecting Themselves from Life out There.

The Wind, The Rain and even The Sun,

Hanging Branches on Trees,

As these Bubbles Move On.

Like My House that I Live In, It Protects Me from Harm,

From The Weather to People, I Am Safe and Calm.

Within these Four Walls I Think of The Past,

I Need to Look to The Future,

And Make My Life Last.

A Single Bubble in The Air,

But Getting Weaker No More are There.

But as it Starts to Give Up Hope,

More Bubbles are Ahead and All Afloat.

There is Life In This Bubble,

Fighting to Move on Again,

Going through The Cycle of Hurt and Pain.

Like My Life I Am that Bubble,

Needing to Find Myself Again,

And to Take Away this Black Cloud above Me,

And Float Away from this Pain.

Life is Precious Like The Air that I Breath,

Take One Day at a Time and I Will Succeed.

Moving Forward, Not Backwards and Putting Myself First,

Making Sure That My Bubble Never Will Burst.

LIFE IN A BUBBLE...