The Bubble

There has always been something

Blocking me from the world.

I’m sorry if I can’t explain it very well.

It seems to be…

Like a bubble.

One that fully circumscribes me.

It is not a physical 

Limitation.

I suppose you could say

It’s a mental one.

And the thing is…

There is something on the other side.

Something my soul craves for.

I reach out as far as I can

But soon enough I realize

Im grasping at 

Nothing.

close my eyes.

My mind is a blank void.

Still nothing.

I realize that, if I sit back and 

Do nothing.

There will still always

Be nothing.

I step forward yet again.

Channeling all my energy 

Into something 

That may just be useless.

The whole world watches.

Stares. Everywhere.

My mind races.

Thoughts swarm my 

Free-range head.

And that's when it hits me.

It hits me hard

The only thing that is stopping me

Is my own head.

The void closes.

I snap into presence.

Relief.

A joyous feeling.

There are no glares.

No stares.

The bubble has popped.