bubble

A reflection on retreating into a state of emotional isolation after repeated disappointments.

I sit like a foetus inside a iron-clad bubble.
It wasn't always that way,
Once that bubble was beginning to bend,
To sway, to be translucent,
Like it was trying to change
Trying to let people in.

But as the bubble began to change,
Welcoming people in,
It, I, was met with disappointment.
People can only cope when you bring 
Sunshine and rainbows,
Not when you bring tragedy.

The bubble is so fragile.
If I push too hard against it will burst
Making me freefall into the hard
Concrete of reality.
Where broken bones are inevitable
And the passing of time has proven
We don't heal so easily anymore.

And so the bubble shifts, changes.
Survival takes over and it hardens.
Soon the figure inside is no longer visible
Unless you know or want to know.
So she closes herself off once again
Because the world has proven once more
It cannot be trusted to hold her
To keep her safe, only she can.