Red Umbrella

Drip, drop, thunderstorm
Rain crashing down
Beating hard against my head
Jeans rubbing against my naked flesh beneath
Thunder, lighting, bang, crash
Running scared like a little girl
Although I realise this isn’t the first time;
I’ve been that little girl,
running from the thunderstorm for too many years
I stop under my friend’s red umbrella
Just for today
I am safe.

Written by C. Murphy 2017

Carrie Murphy

I'm a qualified primary school teacher (not teaching ATM). About a year ago I started writing and I love it. I have a real soft spot for slam poetry.

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