Someone remind me it's a beautiful life; <br />even if it's the ground keeping you the right way up. <br /> <br />Trip yourself, pat down yourself, unwind yourself and brush off yourself. <br />I do it all like I've done for everyone else. <br /> <br />The bubble of loneliness always seems ready to pop <br />while I try to give it a happier name, <br />As in art, light and movement persist to never stay the same, <br />Watching summer fade out of my skin <br />and my eyes and the air I breath. <br />Still the ground's under me <br />and I'm under a huge cloudy bell jar.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloudy-bell-jar/
