I stand on an abandoned dock There's nothing in the desolate water Just me facing the wind, no one to talk Blowing onto my face, salty tidewater
Eyes closed with clouds overhead The wind blows, bringing in different things grief, pain, loss, lies, all unsaid But the wind runs its own course, caring for nothing
Yielding for none So I stand there, fists clenched Faced stoically towards the wind, I could run I remember the people behind me, each entrenched
Those who rely on me to block the salty sea Sometime they don't feel the breeze At times they forget the wind even blows, if only they could see I never could through, as my very soul it tries to seize
This is my duty, like a giant totem pole Watching over my people, they are my pearl Keeping my hands clenched, I think of my role They are ignorant to the real world
But that keeps me locked to the world Against each gust of wind Then I remember the one before me and all his worth The one I looked up to, the one I wish I could send
Always there looking off at the horizon Waiting for something But always blocking the wind and what lies within At the time I knew nothing of these things
Then like the wind, he moved on Leaving that patch of worn wood where he stood abandoned But just because he left didn't mean the wind moved on The wind destroyed the home my family had made so grand
I was left with a choice: Let the winds destroy my home Or listen to my inner voice So I marched down to that dock all alone
The winds in my face Threatening to knock me over every step I take Hands against the wind I pressed against its chill embrace Until I found the end of my fate
I placed my feet in the ground Locked into place So now I stand here not making a sound But now there's something in the water
Ships coming into harbor As they lower their anchor They come out single file The first walks out
"We've all braved the storm too" Then she grabs hold of my hand As if following her orders, the others do the same One by one
Ship by ship The line following the shore from my crowded dock begins to unify And with each one of their cries The wind slowly begins to die
The first poem I ever wrote. I wrote it this year in my creative writing class.