THE BLUE UMBRELLA

The blue umbrella is something i want to be. The blue umbrella is something i hope i can be. I once had this blue umbrella. When i needed it, it was there. When i had it i felt protected. It was big and didn't only cover me, but covered the extra space around me. I didn't only feel protected but i was. 

There was something about that blue. The soft, calming, and comforting blue. In times of fear i felt safe. I felt invisible as if the umbrella were hiding me. When i would walk with that umbrella i felt as if no one could see my step. 

That umbrella was my barrier. My barrier from the rain, the wind, and sometimes the people who would pass. When i would look up i saw the rain drops slide down the umbrella and knew i wouldn't feel a speck of rain on my skin. That thought gave me warmth when i was cold. 

The blue umbrella went everywhere with me and began to wear through time. It couldn't take the strong wind and rain after so long. Those heavy rain drops soon formed wholes throughout the blue umbrella, but i used it until i couldn't anymore.

When i realized it was worthless i began to think about how that blue umbrella made me feel. I began to realize that the blue umbrella would no longer be there when i needed it. I knew it was just an object and could easily be replaced. I knew it was stupid to feel sorrow over a dumb object, but yet i felt sorrow. I felt protected with that blue umbrella. I felt comforted and covered every single time i would hold it over my head. I didn't want to get rid of that umbrella, but knew i needed too.

But ever since i knew i wanted to keep that umbrella alive. I want to be there for others as that umbrella was there for me. I want to protect those who fear and comfort those who sorrow. I want to be a barrier to keep peoples burdens from hitting their shoulders. That blue umbrella is something i want to be. That blue umbrella is something i hope i can be.