My bubble was home,

It’s the place I know.

It’s my own little world,

And it’ll surely grow.

Illness confines me,

I had to stay.

But my bubble was nice,

In a strange sort of way.

My little reality,

A world for me.

Not isolated or alone,

It just had to be.

Now I get better,

My bubble spreads more.

A new life opens up,

For me to explore.

It’s daunting and scary,

Unfamiliar, that’s true.

But the world is my oyster,

And it can be yours too

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