Forever Blowing Bubbles. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

I remember when my life,
seemed to be,
overflowing with self imposed duties
and of what I thought it was meant to be.

Everything had to be perfect, crisp and clean.
Never uncover anything that was not to be seen.
But life became unbearable.
I was living a lie.
Sometimes it became impossible,
all I could do was cry.

But then I started to take each day as it came
Never imposed anything on myself.
Nothing was the same.

And now I am forever blowing bubbles,
lovely bubbles in the air.
My dreams might come and fade.
But now I do not care.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .