Umbrella
by Justin(e) Fields
(Third Place • Poetry)

Let it protect you from perception,
Let it block out the wrong,
It’s taking the wrong directions,
Come under my umbrella, but don’t let me hold it alone.
Let it keep you dry from tears,
Let it be your new home,
Let it cover your fears,
Come under my umbrella, but don’t let me hold it alone.
We’re running out of room,
There’s only one thing left to do,
Let me close our umbrella, and let us be one.