Missing Me

I was wondering how it would feel to miss me. I have been in my own body and mind all my life. People tell me they miss me when I am gone for a period of time. What is that like? I know how it feels to miss someone else but what is it like to

 miss me? 

After pondering this question for a moment I came to realize that I have missed me at some point. 

When I wasn’t myself I missed myself the most. Now that I am finally finding myself again I realize that I have missed me for so long. I had almost forgotten who I truly was.

It took me leaving my dreams and trying to listen to others as they tell me my new ones to realize that I am only me when I am doing the things I love.

I realized that in an instant it can all be thrown away. 

 Like a towel that is all used up. 

It had been used to wipe away the bad and possibly embroidered. But now it is dirty, torn, and useless. 

Your happiness, dreams,and goals can all be lost. 

By making one mistake I changed the course of my emotions and thoughts forever.

But I am better. I am learning me all over again. It will take more time but the good things always do.

I will not fear the darkness and my dreams will not hold me captive. 

I am the optimism over the negativity that floods my past.

 I will not have to miss myself again.