It’s a bubble I need to step into
Moonstone and magic
Protection from emotions
That don’t belong to me
Shield me from the bleeding
Seeping into my aura
Tinging my candy pink clouds
To miserable iron grey
A moon bubble of shimmering glow
Pearlescent mother of safety
Warm refuge from airborne irritants
From the audible huffing and puffing
Of intoxicating sadness and gloom
Of my immediate surrounds
I deserve shelter for my soul
Debbie Gravett © 2019.12.30
Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay
Shelter For My Soul
