Bubble Dweller
When you exhale
Into my life
I become
Nothing more
Than
A bubble dweller
Sometimes you inflate
My dwelling with
gentle whispers
Of wind...
Increasing my self
Esteem with every
Every breath
I rely on you
For my
Habitat
But is this fair?
What if you're not
Conscious?
What if you
Forget
I live here?
What if you get
tired of blowing
Bubbles?
Will I
Cease to
exist?
Does my
happiness
depend on
The strength
Of your
Lungs?
I long to be
Free
Outside the transparent
Walls
Connected to
More than
Just you
At last my dwelling
Has bursted
I'm independent
Of you
Now you are
The proud owner
Of a bursted
bubble
Please morn me
And wish it wasn't
Over
Reload your
bubble making gun
Gently breath
In my solution
Until I pop
Find new life
For I am a bubble dweller
And you are
An engineer
Of bubbles
Sent from my iPad
Copyright © Sarah Kettle | Year Posted 2017
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