I'm that girl
Who
When it rains
Carrys her umbrella
But won't use it
She'd rather get rained on
I was injured as a child
By an umbrella
I opened it and it sliced
My finger
I remember the pain too well
So now I fear being
Injured by the one thing
I had to protect me
From the storm
So I may still carry you
With me
But I might not
Let you protect me
This is how I am.
This is why.

You can not break
What's already been broken
You can not recall
What's never been spoken
You can not run
When the spirits been stolen
Is there no hope left
To put any hope in?

©2024

It’s okay that no one cares about you;
The trees, the mountains and the might sky blue to name a few;
Are all strong souls that stand on their own;
You have roots oh so deep and strength in your bones;
Don’t forget your power just because the storm is raging
You have the grit in you to go through the lows you are facing;
For someday the storm will fade and sunlight will crack
And new saplings will want your shade and the strength of your back