Anthea Ghobede Poet Blank verse

My Tiny Umbrella House

May be life was not meant for the uncoordinated.

I look at life through an open window,

Always careful not to fall out of order.

I skim the hems of walls I have created 

And build myself a roof top.....

Just incase it rains.

Without hesitation I chase company away,

Only keeping mirrors of my unsolved sanity.

I look out in to the world through my transparent door

I alway wondered why that was,

but it saved me the trouble of ever opening it.

But now looking back I still ask my self 

How was I able to live in my tiny umbrella house?

Anthea Ghobede.

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Probir Gupta December 29, 2016 at 4:33 AM Very interesting theme you have treated poetically and successfully too. We all likewise live in our umbrella house, though we wish some wind to blow the umbrella away.

Cortney Bartholomew December 29, 2016 at 1:57 AM This is so true, I've done that myself ..out of comfort for peace of mind, sometimes due to fear, I think we all do it from time to time...it's a safehaven. This is such a good write, and so honest...thank you :)