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My Bubble

I’m sitting in a bubble.
It’s really very small.
I’m bent over double
Too close to the wall.

I’m sitting in a bubble.
Big bubbles all around.
They want to cause me trouble,
To make me run aground.

I’m sitting in a bubble.
How long can it last?
A tiny little nubble
Waiting for the blast.

Please don’t burst my bubble,
Don’t drop me through your sieve,
Don’t turn me into rubble.
I only want to live.

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By Miriam Drori

Author, editor, attempter of this thing called life. Social anxiety warrior. Re-Connections, a collection of short stories, published with Ocelot Press, 15/10/2025.

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