i was…

I was an umbrella

I kept my owner dry

but I got soaked

I was an umbrella

I was folded up and put out of sight

out of mind

until someone needed me

I was an umbrella

I heard the whistles of the wind

I saw the clouds darken

and roar

I felt the rain beat against me

I was an umbrella

Day after day,

storm after storm

I was an umbrella

I kept my owner dry

It was my job in life

to serve others

but what about myself?

I was an umbrella

A few years ago I wrote this poem for a project. It seemed very superficial to me at the time writing about something as simple as an umbrella, but the poem turned out to be a lot deeper than i thought.

In a way, this poem represented how I thought of myself when I wrote this. I would always put others before myself, and it’s something I still do sometimes. This is one of the few pieces of writing I’ve done that I somewhat enjoy, and I thought I’d share it with you.

See you all soon for another post!

zoesokay

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