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Fizzing Carbonated Buoyancy

Where is your everlasting spring and how will you access it?

I’ve spent my life wondering if I was good enough.
Looking for my pain in other’s eyes.
If they ’d approve of all my worries and my, “Did I do?” stuff.
But the truth is I was wasting time.

Chains couldn’t hold me.
The pit they threw me in turned in into a dream weaver.
Kept hope alive in a pill of shine beneath my heart.
Wouldn’t let em’ have it, put on a face to play my part.

Tiny bubbles, tiny bubbles floating away in the breeze.
Tiny bubbles, tiny bubbles float away trouble till it can’t be seen.

More than a decade spent in a separated world.
A light somewhere to grab ahead but too dim, the ticket not sold.
Saw flames lose meaning and sight once bright go thin.
World looking scary lacking solid plans.

Decided to thrive and spite the down.
Grew up to challenge and fight inside and out, not give in.
Left intact with a tear and my secret in a grin.
Might couldn’t conquer that spark growing patiently under my heart.

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

In the mirror a face the same yet taking on a new vibe.
A spirit born new and fresh in the wrinkles and the crags.
Joining a fury resolute and buoyant without cease going forward.
Innocence long forgotten grabbing for beginnings to subscribe.

Tiny bubbles, tiny bubbles floating away in the breeze.
Tiny bubbles, tiny bubbles float away trouble till it can’t be seen.

Standing under streams of rejection and hurt, still I keep on.
Don’t like my face;
Don’t like my touch;
Don’t like my walk;
They dwell on my wrongs.
Don’t know what to do.
Don’t care so I move on.
Don’t find me waiting for them to catch up.
Make my way,
write a new narrative,
write a new life song.

Don’t care what you do cuz I’m going to keep changing.
You are welcome to come along,
and I’ll hold you up through the trouble and the throng.
I’ll give you everything I have and contradict myself until you’re strong.

So wash away with me in frothing tide.
Feel the pull take us struggling in surprising strength.
Play with its insistence and swim in its gravity.
Chart a fresh course.

Tiny bubbles, tiny bubbles floating away in the breeze.
Tiny bubbles, tiny bubbles float away trouble till it can’t be seen.

Photo by frank mckenna on Unsplash

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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