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...
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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.
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This is beautiful Jake
ReplyDeleteAww thank you so much. I hope you have a great week.
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