UMBRELLA PROTECTION by Cedah Mayo

Here is a poem I wrote recently…

I wrote it while feeling very exhausted and a little under appreciated.

I believe that when we each feel that way, we must still carry on and give, and share, and love...but it doesn't hurt to carry an umbrella.

Umbrella Protection

I long to be held in your arms

I dream of being held like a feminine gem

I dream of feeling one hundred percent secure and loved by my lover

I dream of being recognized in your arms for the precious soul that I am

Many lives before I have been beaten down

My spark crushed by the cruelness of mankind

My trust broken by selfish hearts

I dream of when I shall return to the land of dreams

Until then I must build my arms stronger

To hold my umbrella for longer

To protect my human me from the negativity that I face

From the human race

I let go of my umbrella with you

I felt safe enough to bare my inner flame

I was wrong to let it down

Not yet

I have let my flame get wet

I need time back in the Summerland to dry

And even though it’s caused me pain

I will let my umbrella down with you again

And feel the rain.

Cedah Mayo: I am 29 year old a married mother of three beautiful children, a swimming instructor, freelance writer and animal lover, who lives in New Zealand. We have 6 chickens, a dog, cat and a lease pony. I love making gluten free bliss balls and eating them all up - yum yum! I am dreaming of being a mermaid this summer on our local beaches. Expressing ethereal imagination to children and adults alike, as well as promoting the importance of learning to swim. I have been writing poetry since I was around 10 years old, it has really helped be gain perspective on life and spirituality, expressing my emotions especially during difficult times.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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