Bubble Wrap
I fear I am going to be buried
with emotions I’m suffocating in;
Wrapped up I pop those bubbles;
Filling the air many size bubbles,
poke a hole I’m no longer buried;
A blanket that I can breathe in;
Through the hole light comes in
illuminating the moody bubbles;
Optimism floats sour is buried;
With a smile I lie buried in bubbles.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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