By SHELIA BLAND
Bubbles of Frustration
Rise up to engulf me
As I struggle to hang on
To my optimism.
Frustration bubbles
Cloud my vision
As I try to maintain
My “Seeing everything
As for the first time” view.
Grasping at my idealism
As to some coveted treasure
I rescue from burial –
I lash out at the bubbles
Popping them
Sending up little squeals
Of delight with each pop.
Goodbye frustration
One bubble at a time
Steady but sure –
Knowing that even those bubbles
That escape me
Will suffer the certain
Eventual
Pop!
Shelia Bland lives in Midtown Phillips. She has been writing most of her life to help herself understand the experiences and people in her shared world.
