Drowning to find Me.

I feel like I’m drowning at times. I step in the door and rush around as if I’m looking for something that has been misplaced. My own skin doesn’t always feel right and I know there is something missing. Somethings missing and I feel the gaping hole. At times if I think too deeply a lump grows in the back of my throat and I find myself having difficulties swallowing or even breathing. I feel a tugging -even a calling, if you will. It’s there, waiting for me to gather the courage to let go and bare witness to all the is Me.