Bubble of Happiness « Patchwork Of Life.

It started its life small,

The merest hint of moisture in the air,

That had it touched a hand

Or a cheek too soon

Would have popped,

Disappeared,

Not even into oblivion.

But to her delight

(And relief, too, really)

It grew.

Little by little it inflated

And it kept expanding.

Tentatively at first, but then bolder,

Getting stronger as it got older.

It took flight effortlessly,

It floated carelessly.

Sometimes she feared it bouncing,

Or worse still, landing,

In case it wasn’t strong enough

To withstand the impact.

Never did she want to go

Back to the bubble-less landscape

She had known just before this.

Mostly, though,the bubble’s strength,

Form and splendour

Kept her occupied.

But as time progressed,

The realisation dawned on her

That the bubble would not

Continue to grow forever.

This, she didn’t mind-

It was only natural.

But a nagging in her mind persisted,

That sooner or later the bubble might land,

Or worse…

Burst.

Then one day,

When she least expected it,

(And just when the bubble had been

Taken for granted more than ever)

It landed…

Precariously, on the edge

Of a ledge.

Would it burst,

Or topple and land somewhere else?

Her fears were confirmed…

It burst.

She started to resign herself to it,

And herself she cursed,

For taking it for granted for so long.

But then something surprising happened:

Three smaller bubbles were formed

From its remnants!

And she could have sworn

That she saw a word

Inside each one…

“Hope”, “peace” and “joy”.

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