Frenzied winter wind blows
I am in a place that doesn’t know my name
I walk slowly in this world of cold
All that is wrong begins with this chill in my heart
All that is wrong begins with my longing for the mate of my soul

I feel home calling
My skin smells like the hot sun
I wake up with sand on my feet, my hair wavy with salt
I lay languidly in the tub for hours, I am safe when I am in water
It is my sanctuary

I feel home calling
I find shells scattered on my floors
Sea glass winking in the meager sunlight
I dream of waves crashing, spinning me around, laughing at the fish darting around me
Telling me its time
Telling me they miss me

I feel home calling
I will freeze until the fierce winds coming off the water slash around my body, pulling me towards the foamy sea, until my toes meet the shoreline,
the hot sun turning me into walking fire.
I will become one again with that which calls me sister, lover, family, friend, twin.

Home is calling
I will be whole again someday
I will return to the island and never leave again
It will be my swan song

Daily Prompt: Calling