now what.

show me.
i wont get it right for quite a bit,
but show me anyway.

i want to know i can do something.
i have to believe i can.

what it is, matters less than who its from,
i say that with all certainty,
but not knowing what it is -
that just drains the little faith in this tiny tank.

i breathe. knowing i dont have the courage to quit breathing.
but i am still in the midst of working up the courage,
to live, knowing that my life has meaning.

so show me, God.
this is what has been on my heart all these years.
i never thought i would get here,
yet here i stand -
not roaring to take on the world like i imagined
but toeing the line,
not knowing where or how i should cross over.

what is it.