On the Outside

I’m the Man in a Bubble,

but I’ve started to enjoy it.

On The Outside is trouble

and I completely forego it.

Except today, when I bought

a shovel and some pea gravel.

My lunch was good, too, I thought,

but I was surrounded by people.

There’s the catch, you know,

I can blissfully wile away

the days alone or with my

dogs, at home, but if I stray

too far into On The Outside,

I burn and peel from anxiety.

It turns to resentment inside

and just thickens the Bubble wall.

© CGT, 2017.

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