A bubble

The bubble signifies a place which is safe, secure. Life is free from hardships and hurdles. This place is our home.... surrounded by parents. Outside it the life is a living hell. There seems no way

This place to which I belong seems like a bubble, a transparent protective shield with lucid walls and comfy interiors. Oblivious to the evil world I reside inside, protected, comforted. My hands are always clenched, my treading never alone, my soul evermore praised and the lamp of my life continues to be protected by eternal hands. I am surrounded constantly with known sheltering faces rendering perdurable solace. My path is limpid, gentle and the ambiance consoling. There are no blunt edges, profound heights or endless seas. A gaze to the outside world and it seems so jovial, chaste replete of vibrant colors. The moment I step out of this delicate existence of mine, fear ensnares my soul. The bubble is pricked, ruptured. I run, shout spreading my arms to clutch only empty air. Each passing by face appears deceiving, vicious and malignant. My enclosure is grievous, painful to bear. I find my future hazy, misty, and insecure. I crave for a shoulder to bend on, a hand to hold on, a companion in my flights and a hearing ear. My road is rocky blocking my way to success. Uprisings on my way have made me weak, infirm and I am devoid of hope now. I yearn for love...yes I do! I never say but I m hurt, my soul bleeds, my heart craves for the assurance that you will protect me forever. I want you to remain with me, sustain with me even when I ask you to go. I shout at you because I think as everybody else you will also leave me.... I feel precarious, fear stricken, lonesome. I need you more than you feel and I adore you for each single word you say to me. I know my bubble is smashed, will u help me mend??  Will you hold my hand and promise me never to leave?