The Bubble

The bubble I lived in
I was in my own world
And assumed it was the same with everyone

I thought I was stronger than I was
Until my bubble busted

The spirit inside got out
I floated unchecked and wild

Not having nothing to hold on to
I didn't care at first were I went
But soon began weary of this

I looked for a place to be still
Rough, dark and cold places I found
Soon I knew much about pain, and tears.

But again grew tried of this
Started believing someone bigger than I
He showed me that I was worthy and important
Than I began to believe in me
I began to fly
I know that I too can love and be loved.

December 3, 2015
By Cynthia B. Williams