Losing and Gaining

I get lost often.

I lose myself,

I lose people,

I lose my keys,

I lose my voice.

I lost my best friend in high school.

I lost my mother…my only parent.

I lose my way…often,

I lose interest in some things that first mattered to me a lot.

Anything sounds familiar?

I figure…if I would stop loving or caring I would stop losing.

But that’s not in my blood.

I have high expectations of myself,

People have high expectations of me.

I have lost the fear of disappointing people.

Swallowed rejection in the back of my throat.

In the process I have gained myself.