Eve Winfield Poet Free verse

Umbrella

It’s raining on just me
Umbrella you were supposed to protect me
Now it’s just raining under you
Oh no one else feels the storm
It’s pouring down my face
Wind blows but I grip on tight to your handle
Wishing that this rain goes away
I don’t understand 
I don’t know why I don’t let go
Maybe I fear change
Maybe I fear the sun 
The warmth of happiness would be something new
I’m used to the umbrella
I’m used to the dark
My disappointment 
My failures and my loss of hope
I’m used to feeling like nothing to the world
I’m used to feeling like I’m not seen through the pouring rain 
I’d like to think my umbrella failed me
But really it was just me

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Old Buck March 13, 2018 at 12:28 PM Eve: I'm not supposed to advertise my stuff here but if you go to my spot and go down to 7/8/16. Mom and Dad It's Monday. You will see how much fun "stretching" your imagination can be. I'm 77 and I've either stretched my imagination or my memory. You decide which. Then write us a fable of your own making. oldbuck

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 2, 2018 at 8:30 PM You just can't see it yet. You are a bright shining light. Rain is cleansing. KEEP WRITING. You have the gift. Love it.

Line Gauthier February 27, 2018 at 12:03 AM Eve, you have the knack of turning dark despair into beautiful and powerful imagery. Superbly done.

Carolyn Devonshire February 26, 2018 at 4:44 PM The isolation people sometimes feel in times of deep despair is well illustrated in your words, Eve. You have a lot of talent for reaching the reader's heart. Stay with us and continue sharing. Carolyn

Connie Marcum Wong February 26, 2018 at 2:26 PM It can be most cathartic to share sad emotions, helping to release those dark feelings until the sun can penetrate the shroud that keeps its healing rays away. I can relate to this poem and I know that time is the best healer. Your poem is brilliantly written Eve. Aloha, Connie

Tom Cunningham February 26, 2018 at 1:47 PM The shelter or umbrella we often seek when we feel our lives are going through a big storm. Sometimes we feel overwhelmed and feel we're never going to get to a safe harbour. But the waters do calm.

Eve Roper February 25, 2018 at 3:17 PM I love the way you used the umbrella for protection and how it also rain underneath, very strong emotion.. Your writing really reflects out.. very good write, Eve. time does heal the heart hope and faith.. Hugs Eve