My umbrella

A Poem by Jenna

My worn down umbrella could no longer withstand the constant drops of emotion, the kind that cannot be controlled no matter how hard you try. They've broken holes into the now shattered material, allowing me to becoming overwhelmed with the drench of things I have spent so long trying to keep away. I spent hours patching and re patching them in the hopes of sparing myself a few more days, hours even. But then it began to downpour. A powerful storm hit too close to home and my umbrella just could not handle it this time. The clouds expanded into vast grey masses, the sun vanished, deep roars of thunder could be heard for miles, and powerful bolts of white light began to crash down from above. I tried to withstand the storm but it was just too strong. It was somehow drawn to me, like it knew my umbrella and I were on our last legs, ready to cave in at any moment. Within seconds that first drop had ended everything.