Indurate

I stood on the shore in the middle of the storm
The row boats at the dock rocked wildly in the sea
The wind blew me so
That my hair knotted up
Over and over

The skin on my face became sore
From the hard driving rain
And the fierce blast of air

It felt like knuckles on my cheekbones
Over and over

I was sorrowful for this:
That nature should do its best to knock me down
But there I stood

It was impossible to do otherwise
There was no where to fall
Should I lay down into the vengeful arms of the sea
With its angry waves and threatening roar
To be smothered by its great weight
As it laughs at my defeat?

My flesh is sure to fall off
For this battery is more than I can bear
My raw, red eyes tear up
Over the one I shall never see again