We all live in our fragmented bubbles
Working towards the imagined whole,
Which constantly eludes those who seek.
Searchers forever see and look out
Finding it eases the pain within.
At pointed times the bubble bursts
Allowing the darkness to surface.
The explosion surprises the deluded,
Who seek only the positive in others.
A new dark notch of truth is revealed.
Noticing, at the moment of most pain,
Requires a special gift, few attain.
Now is where the wisdom comes.


David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. BUBBLES BURST. Page Number 43.

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