Bubbles


Bubbles

I blow bubbles and watch them dance.

Little ones twist with tooth brushing; mouthfuls of ice-cream; binge watching of late night Doctor Who.

Many inflate with friendship and laughter spilt over pints of coke; crowed poetry readings; swooping across the ever-darkening sky.

Those in the corner darken from cries in hospital beds; punches and kicks in school corridors; fear; anxiety; self-loathing; guilt.

Others spark with bob-sleighing down Canadian ice; snapshots of mortarboards hanging mid-flight; driving across sunlit hills; radio broadcasting; passion; triumph.

They all wait...and wait to pop, to let go...

-----

Wednesday 28th February 2018 marks four years since I launched ‘Jake Borrett’s Writing Blog’. Whenever you may be reading this message, I want to say thank you. Thank you for being there for me on the darkest days of flare-ups, bullying, anxiety, but also the good days of spending precious moments with loved ones. Here is to many more incredible times together.

They all wait...and wait to pop, to let go......Copyright © 2017- Lydia89. All rights reserved.