This Poem was Submitted By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2016-06-03 22:41:50 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Woe Will Not Win

Perhaps I should go out at night with my black umbrella to cover the darkness surrounding my life ponder my thoughts  without sunlight We are the children the chosen ones of matters added beyond the norm Sadness takes lead as if fate chose us all to walk with the weight yet stand ten feet tall We survive the storms of torrential rains draw back up to walk again Perhaps I should stay in at night consider what is wrong or what is right No one knows what time will bring but if my umbrella  is dry there will be no suffering

Copyright © June 2016 DeniMari Z.

Additional Notes:
Thoughts; of how some people seem to carry more burdens than others - knowing we are suppose to be trusted with it all - then again what we think is bad is something good to someone else in this world -

This Poem was Critiqued By: Ashni Irey On Date: 2016-09-03 08:36:48
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Such a beautifully expressed poem about pain. I think what I liked the most about this is the poet facing every rainy night with an umbrella. I love the clarity of choice in that most people who suffer have gotten used to it, or rather, repeatedly forgive the cause of the pain and go back to it intentionally, often stronger.. and dare I say.. expecting it to stop or change in some way? Love you always, Deni. Ash

This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-06-10 11:24:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Deni, such a very difficult subject to write to, both as the protagonist, and as the interpreter of solutions. I have a very personal experience, and yet on a global scale, frustration is more often the result. Being the “chosen ones”, for any set of benefactor responsibilities is always that duality of what is and what must be. I wonder if the “darkness” and the “black umbrella” are more metaphors for the duality of being an unseen benefactor, and also being a shade when strength is no longer there to continue the rescue. “We survive”, as I said, I have personal experience as well as an opinion globally that makes many uncomfortable. It is my thought that until the discomfort of the world upsets the apple cart, few will willingly sacrifice for the need. Anyway, I appreciate your piece. Many facets to its interpretation. Mostly, I hope you find strength and appreciation for your personal experience.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2016-06-08 19:50:25
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Your poem speaks volumes of philosophy and belief, yes--chosen will suffer, nothing comes without a battle or sacrifice it seems and yet who determines what is construed as suffering or is it just a right of passage so to speak. The depth of your offering gives a close look into one who has or is coming to accept one's self as is, all facades torn down, priorities shifting, self awareness unique to former understanding. A most enlightening and enjoyable read. Best always, Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2016-06-05 08:54:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I really like how you bring the umbrella to poetic purpose in this poem. I wonder if being a poet gives such persons of trail and pain experiences beyond most to sharpen their perceptions and ability to express them.
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