My Umbrella

Armed and ready 
I leave the house 
For rain and storm 
Feeling secure 
Walking confidently 
Worrying about 
Leaving it behind 
Forgetting it somewhere 
Like its previous mates

So I grab my umbrella 
Before I leave 
Walk out 
Towards the train station 
Then the moment of truth 
I open my umbrella 
Confidently go out 
Into the rain and potential storm 
A gust of wind - suddenly 
Totally destroys it in seconds 
I helplessly cling on
Desperately try to repair the damage 
It’s hopeless 
I walk a few metres with it
It’s drizzling and cold
I lower the umbrella 
And drop it by the roadside 
I feel strange as I litter
This former protector of mine
It gave its life
But now I must brave 
The freezing wind and rain 

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