Watching the bubbles burst

One by one they disappear into nothing
Those bubbles you carelessly created
Are popping
Leaving a prism of colour as they die
With no replacement in sight
I can see from my own personal shore
Your eyes are blinkered to what you think is impossible
The can’t happen truths of life
And the storm cloud pressure descending
How don’t you notice that the scales have fallen?
And the myths are replaced by truths
To slowly reveal who you are
Her anger, disappointment, justified rightly
Spent and turned to dust
One day when every bubble has burst it’s confines
And the prisms have turned out the lights
You will notice what it was
That was
Inside them
Her heart and soul
Floating free above you as she tramples you underfoot



Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️

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