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Umbrella - ORIGINAL POEM

Symbol of importance, protection from harm and pain, try as you might to hide, hide away the shame. Am I no better? No better than those who would turn a blind eye? No better than those shielded from the truth, or, better yet, turn to be shielded by lies, lies, all lies? Guilt eats away at my heart, my spirit breaks as I pay my toll, travelling down a path easy, not-easy, guided, taking shelter from rain, over my shoulders it will simply roll. My eyes blinded from truth, yet I sensed it in the air, hear the battle cries in my ears, hoping for a world just and fair. It'll never exist, until we make it so, make it better by looking pain in the eye, speak loud, clear, not fearful and low. Eating meat, buying goods to be shipped elsewhere, driving this way and that, living life as though I were in a brochure, but its not me, this is not the bed I shall lie in, not my pile upon which someone shall be sat. Do better, I hear it somewhere inside my mind, it is me, it was always me, the strength to scream always lay inside my heart, but cant you, the me who is not-me, see? I am a small fish in a big pond, but I shall still swim, I will always swim against the tide. It is the only thing I was meant to do. I'll toss aside my umbrella and stand in the pouring rain.