Finding Myself

I lose myself a lot.
People “say that’s what change feels like.”
It doesn’t really feel like I’m changing though.

It’s just as if a piece of me got caught up
In some big, emotional tornado
And now I can’t find it.

But I will find it.

Again,
And again,
And again, I will find those pieces.

Sure I’ll lose more on the way,
But they are still out there.
And I’ll continue to find them.

I don’t know if I’ll ever really feel whole.
Maybe this is what change is.

Finding and losing just enough pieces to be a little bit different to everyone you meet.