The Bubbles
#12 Prompt: A time of conflict or turmoil

the world was shut for life
no light no sounds no feels found at the bottom of the abysses
gone deeper the bottomless trench ruthlessly cracked open
there my sunken body no senses discerned no shelter for existence
dwelling and crawling about at the far end flattened
but i elected to be there to find my soul again
bubbles belched out of the channel
reflecting light guiding me through the darkness like stars
i was taken to the hands of the buoyant force the source of light
who I am

Amongst the many hardships that I experienced, my late husband, Patrick’s illness for three years, and his subsequent passing were some of the most devastating experiences. For your interest, please kindly visit a few of my articles around me and Patrick.
https://kyomioconnor.medium.com/about-me-kyomi-oconnor-914d7af120c6
https://readmedium.com/patrick-c812cf6794f0
https://kyomioconnor.medium.com/acceptance-9002790d04ce
Thank you Diana C. for the “30 Day Poetry Challenge.” I would like to express my sincere thanks to Claire Kelly Tree Langdon Dr Mehmet Yildiz Donna L Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff) Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg) Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) Laurie Perez Amy Pierovich, Ed.D. EP McKnight, MEd Melanie J. Yana Bostongirl Donnette Anglin Franco Amati Carolyn F. Chryst, Ph.D., and other writers and readers for your extraordinary kind support!
