My bubble

Niki Oz

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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  • theneophiles_words

    When the lightning met rose, all its sharpness withered away.
    A harmless, uncomplicated, and sweet affection. Thank you for this tender read.

  • L. B. Mek

    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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