I need no map or passport.

The sun is
beating
down on me.
Its so warm
and I
love it.
This beach
has been
my church.
I confess
I cry and
I have laughed
here.
I even howled
at the moon
with the love
of my life.
These
dunes pull
out the demons
and fears
from my soul.
They quickly
drift
with the ocean
air and
float across
the ocean.
To where,
I have
no idea.
It calls
me to walk
into the water
and let
the sand
hold my
feet and
remind me
that I am
strong and
I can stand
on my own.
Through
any circumstance.
The breeze
whispers
in my ears.
The whispers
of a lover.
Reminding
me that
I am alive
and to own
my passion.
As I walk
from the beach
through
the dunes
the dune grass
blows in the air.
It speaks to me
through the
wind.
It reminds
me that no matter
how many trips
I make here
to reset me,
This is my home.
I need no map
no passport.
All I need
is the will
to get here.
Once I do,
You
will do
the rest.