Broken past, fragile today and unpromised future. You found me in pieces and put me together. Weary soul, aching bones and tired eyes; you picked me up and calmed the internal cries. Protecting me from all meant to harm including my inner demon troubles, you keep me safe and stop the pain you became my protective bubble.
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Niki Oz (Pseudonym) (
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When the lightning met rose, all its sharpness withered away.
A harmless, uncomplicated, and sweet affection. Thank you for this tender read.
the image of a 'bubble'
is one I've used many times before
when advising, those around me
it's a metaphor most people
can easily relate to
so yeah, let us all protect
our life's, 'bubble'
by insuring, only
what can help us, enters
and fighting
to remove any toxic elements
as soon, as we sense them..
and if we grow
strong enough, to protect others
within our own bubble, well
even better!
(thanks for sharing
I'm glad you have someone
or a faith system, like that
to depend on
but please, never stop
strengthening
your own bubble, as well)
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