Broken Umbrella

Under broken umbrella I huddle,

poor shelter from this bitter storm…

Acid words rain 

scouring raw emotions,

eroding, undermining

until all that remains

are underpinnings

and floating debris

of the once

solid pier

that was

‘us’

Sadness and anger
hammer barrier walls

Berms of resolve dissolve,

grain
by
grain.

Pain floods in;

salt stings my face

as nothing remains
intact in the wake
of our 

personal

hurricane.

©  Ginny Brannan August 2011

Image: Flickr, Umbrella left behind by Tyler J. Clemens VIII

Shared at Magpie Tales #80. 

Shared at d'Verse Poet's Pub Open Link Night Week 7-- 8/30/11