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.
Copyright © Anthea Ghobede | Year Posted 2016
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