I open my eyes and I can see
I see the world around me
But, like many, my perspective is fraud
It is wrapped in a layer or held still, similar to a boat being moored.
We can only see as far as we can find the power to open our heart to retrieve
There is a big world out there full of incredible things, but do we always believe?
These layers, these bubbles, lining and films of protection
They surround each of us, I believe we have many, quite a collection
They could be so close, they could stick to our skin, like cling film
Or perhaps, they are as far as the eyes can see, running to the earths rim
But, the bubble has a purpose, a sanction you see
It holds within it a space for us to feel free
Freedom can change, as can the space we find ourselves needing to entertain
an area we can swing our arms, sing, dance, cry, shout, encourage sunshine and rain
So what is this poem all about?
Take a moment to honor your bubbles
They have a history, a purpose and can offer you sanction
Stay calm and patient, even if its hard to see far or beyond its walls clearly
There is more truth there, when we are ready and able to move further, into new spaces freely
Life, like a bubble, can change, areas can be popped
Blown up again, full, bigger, different, the options will never stop
Whether we break or expand our bubbles
We can start to see more clearly, start to rid some of the rubble
Don't underestimate the ability you have to expand
To grow, to find freedom, all within life's beautiful plan
Pop the surfaces when and if you are ready, but until then
Enjoy the freedom and the sanctuary within each of them.