a glorious kind of play

who am i

where do i start? where do i end? i know what i'm not. or what i think i'm not. maybe i don't see myself clearly enough. or i see everything, and it's nothing good.

i'm ashamed of my nothingness. i am painfully aware of what i'm not and i want to embody that not. i want to become anything that isn't me, whatever that is. become something. something worthwhile. something worth loving.

who loves me? god does, you say. god, if that's true, tell me who i should be. what to do. how to think. it would make all of this so much easier