Bubble Trouble
Photo by Timur Romanov on Unsplash

Routine days start and end.

Am I really this content?

It’s all sweet in my little life,

working, writing, being a wife,

but too much sugar makes me ill.

Uneasy twinges grow until

broken nails tear my skin

to let the crazy world come in.

A little chaos keeps me awake,

some conflict for the story’s sake.

I need to pierce the peaceful bubble

to claim my piece of global trouble.

When it’s all going to shit out there

the serenity in here isn’t fair.

I wish I could ignore the strife

and build a wall around my life,

but I suppose it will never work.

I’m still a part of the wider world.

Even with closed eyes I see

I need something bigger than me.
['Emma Briggs']
['Peace Of Mind', 'Life', 'Justice', 'Poem', 'Resistance Poetry']