white sky

yesterday I broke my umbrella on purpose.

just because I could. 

easy to bend,

easy to break, 

easy to toss, 

leave it on the streets.

I`d completely forgotten why I`d bring it

in the first place.

so, I stood there in the rain, 

feeling almost naked 

with all this rage and all this white sky.

is everything always absolute or nothing?

-lov

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

You have written a very powerful poem. Your final line says so much, and speaks to me of my struggles with addiction. So often in the struggle to stay sober, using feels absolute, not using feels like nothing. Some might put that the other way around. For much of my life I dealt with so much internalized anger. I really like how you used the umbrella to voice such for yourself.