To lose myself within one of God's many gifts
 Alone
 I would beseech the land and sea to walk with me
 To remind me what I am blessed with and because
 Of how far I've come.
 To understand the tribulations of the tides
 And mark the imprint I leave upon the desolate sand.
 To take heart the millions of years it took to shape each and every grain
 The grains I so carelessly frolic upon in my insolence.
To cherish the souls I reap to sustain my person
 And glean the rewards of survival.
 I shall not be blinded by the insecurities of self
 And I shatter the misconceptions of what it means to
 Survive.
 I will thrive in the untamed environment
 Where only I truly can understand who I am,
 To release my soul and cast it out like a makeshift line
 Where I attempt to fill my stomach with promises of tomorrow.