My small comforting bubble bursts
with the onset of responsibility
I was walking against the traffic before
Now i am the traffic i used to curse
I was invisible with no chance of discovery
Now i am invisible with no wish to be discovered
Still
In the comfort of the car
The falling rain blurs my vision
through the window
Shapeless souls walk and run with umbrellas
or without one
which just serves as a reminder of my privilege that I take for granted all the time
of being given the chance to be in a bubble
while others try to be comfortable without one
Nice !!!
Privilege 👌👌👌
Written well
Thank you Akshaya 🙂 <3
This is amazing. Powerful metaphor to think about. Thank you.
Thank you so much Mexi. I’m glad I could make you think 🙂
The ever lasting search for our slot in this world, beautifully captured
Thank you for your kind words 🙂
Very expressive
Thank you 🙂
It sounds like you really just want to admit to yourself that it’s shit, and that you don’t really have anything to be thankful for honestly.
Nothing like a good dose of Catholic guilt.
I wouldn’t know. Is Catholic guilt a thing? Educate me.
I’m not too sure, it’s a phrase I’ve heard a lot. Supposedly Catholics bear a great burden of guilt for everything.
Oh thanks for the knowledge
Not really. If I’m being given a pedestal, then I’d like to acknowledge that so I’m not just another ignorant guy.
Ok fair enough.
How are you given the chance to be in a bubble if your bubble burst.
Before the burst, I was in one
Oh I see okay.
This is beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
Wonderful post ..I enjoyed reading it and the way you have connected with people and considered yourself priviliged ,is exceptional .
.Very few people think about what pain others are going through ..I loved the content ..Keep on sharing
Thank you. The least I could do is acknowledge my privilege.
I’m glad you liked my work. A new post will be up tomorrow. Would love to hear your thoughts on this.
this is beautiful 🙂
Thank you Himanshu 🙂
Love this one
Thank you sir ❤️
The “Insanity of Truth” is reflected in this poem so well. Thank you for visiting “JanBeek” and clicking on “like” so I had an opportunity to discover your blog. I’m a new convert!
No problem. Thank you for converting to the smoke words every day community!
awesome, I really liked it!
Thank you 🙂
such a cool image…
So many of my friends and family miss their Cherished bubbles.
All we are doing is to be in that comforting bubble again. Hard work for the bubble.
Hi! I just discovered your poetry today, and I’ve been reading your posts, but I really relate to this one! I think it’s because I just moved out of my parent’s house for the first time and I feel my “small comforting bubble burst” as you say. Wonderful post!
I’m glad you find this relatable. Hope you’re doing well out there!