It Hails
It rains,
I carry an umbrella-
yet still I'm wet,
because it rains.
It snows,
I dress warmly-
yet I freeze,
frostbite hits me hard-
because it snows.
It hails,
I wear a helmet-
yet I'm bruised,
bleeding from the inside-
bruised beyond all doubt,
because it hails.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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