Bubbles form inside my heart. Some are solid, some are hollow. Some are big, some are small. Some are heavy, some are light.

Each day, they grow stronger. Bouncing from side to side. Never resting, never popping. Making their presence known as they drift throughout my heart.

They threaten to break free, but they are no match for me. When they rise up to the surface, I quickly swallow them back down. For they cannot be trusted, their actions unpredictable.

Stronger and stronger they grow. Until one day, I could no longer keep them in. As I let go, they floated out of my heart.

So many bubbles everywhere. Some escaped through my eyes in beautiful tears. Some came out through dancing, so very awkward at first. Yet still so beautiful in the power they possessed. Some tickled my tongue as they formed words, words of sorrow and hope, words of pain and words of love.

And as these words made their way into my ears, my heart, now empty of the bubbles, felt full with something new. A fullness of spirit, of heart and of soul. For in releasing these bubbles, I set myself free.