The Bubble is my refuge,
It is where I find peace,
Is there a ‘Bubble heaven’
Where I’ll go when life shall cease?
I have said it once,
And I shall say it again,
When I feel lonely,
The Bubble keeps me sane
I interact with people,
Who I’ve never seen or met,
Add their pictures to my favourites:
Sunrise and sunset
The Bubble is my haven,
In here I feel safe,
I’m an artist with ideas,
Not a skinny little waife
Every time I post
A new piece of my writing,
And receive some comments,
I think ‘How exciting’
People out there value me,
And everything I write,
If I’m upset when I first log on,
I soon become cheery and bright
Stephen Greens...
Thank you Amanda. Your poem has touched me on a very deep level.
I just logged on after an argument with my wife who, as usual, went right for the jugular calling me selfish for indulging myself in my art.
I am just emerging as an artist. For the first time in my life I am using my gift and chasing my dream. Your poem gives me strength and hope.
Sincerely,
Steve