Photo Prompt: The Guardian

Alone.

The wind-whipped headland

turning even nature against me.

Battered by forces beyond my control,

I brace for the inevitable attack.

I will bend with the wind,

permitting it to pass around and through,

deceiving it into thinking I am weak

because I allow it to move me.

But in moving, I do not break

and when, finally, the wind retreats

and the tide turns

I will still be here,

standing strong,

protecting my people.

Guarding my land.