Bubbles, born of vivacious fervor
Begin their ascent.
Fueled by the zealous throng thrumming through my being,
Each whimsical whirl beholds a passion so true,
Their iridescent glow reflecting all I want them to be
And more.
But, as the bubbles climb, they begin to waver.
The once steady stream is hindered by a pervasive whisper,
Casting doubt’s veil upon their path.
In their confusion, the bubbles scatter in every direction,
Crashing into bones and popping on lungs.
Their fleeting being is blipped out of existence.
They carry their aspirations to their demise.
And the few whose resilience carries them to the top
Feebly push against my lips, gasping to be set free.
And at last when I relent and give them free reign,
Their essence is deplete.
A stray bubble wanders asunder –
Pop! It couldn’t handle the crushing weight of judgement.
And what was once a voracious compulsion
Is now obsolete.
