A Poem

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This is a poem that My 18 year old has written and I wanted to share it with

the group... It touched me

Tish

Bubble

Eighteen years on this earth, in this country,

And Have never experienced pure evil.

My Life, seemingly, lived inside a bubble of safety.

Eighteen years, now I struggle to keep the air in,

A hole punctured by the fall of two towers and peoples lives lost.

I cover the hole not wanting to believe; the air still escapes.

My world, my bubble slowly starts to wither around me.

In reality, I struggle against what I have seen and denial sets in.

Eighteen years of thinking nothing bad could ever happen,

And yet, the word I thought I knew, now seems foreign.

I watch the world carry on, as it should,

But still, I am standing alone and silent holding my bubble.

The air leaks; I cannot stop it.

I hold my breath not wanting to lose the air,

And I fall as everything around me withers.

~*~ Chapman~*~