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?
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