my Job

At times
you might
think I
Have it
together.
But I do
not.
I am lost.
I am
one of
those people
who finds
comfort
easily.
I do this
because
I do not
know my
place.
So my
uncomfortable
becomes
my
comfortable.
My job
was loving
him.
When that
stopped
I was lost.
not because
I missed him.
The lost
came when
I realized
I lost me.
Like
the steam
off a hot
cup of tea
my purpose
floated away
and I am faced
with getting
a new job.
The job
of finding me.