Umbrellas become afterthoughts
once the rain has cleared away,
And are left behind like discarded lovers
whose partners have moved on for a brighter day.
Held close and tight when the need was there;
opening up to let you in;
Cast aside when confidence has been restored;
forgotten like an embarrassing sin.
And yet, they hang around;
Waiting for the next lover to come along
who needs protection from the coming storm,
prepared to repeat their lovelorn song.
Are you the long-lost lover or the umbrella hung upside down?
Do you give your all to protect those you love or do you run around?
by Joe Flach for Nette Onclaud's "SYMBOLISM: THE UMBRELLA" contest.
written and posted 2/22/14