Missing myself

I wrote this poem on February 14, 2019. I remember those days of missing myself, and I still sometimes feel that, although it has a different feeling lately. Like I’ve been missing only certain parts of me that I’m still reclaiming, like my power. I am sharing it with the hope that it inspires anyone else who is missing themselves. Big hugs!

Missing myself – a poem

I feel like I’ve been missing myself.

Just this morning, I have been crying, aware that I have missed me.

I have been so caught up trying to survive and make it through in the past few months that I have been missing myself.

It is a good feeling in a way, because it means I’ve noticed and it is time to figure out how to spend more time with me, instead of rushing around all the time, trying to make things right outside of me and for other people.

Imagine how weird that is…I am right here, but yet I have missed myself.

There is a massive depth to me and when I am in survival mode, I am only living from the surface of me.

My depths are crying out for me to return to them, to bring the depths up to the surface so that I may exist in a more whole and complete way and as a result, I may bring more blessings, health and abundance to myself and to all of those I interact with.

Here I am, vulnerable and raw, sinking into the depths of me, while they rise to meet me.

What a holy day.

Interestingly enough, it is Valentine’s Day today.  May I be reunited with all that I am, in a true sacred union that needs no flowers, chocolates or cards.

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