I am.

I am no one. I am a wisher, a dreamer. I am a realist. I am selfish. I am a sinner. I am striving to be a better person. I am a believer in people. I am a believer in God's love. I am not who I always thought I was. I am confident; I am confident because I know my failures and my achievements, my faults and strengths. I know that they are both invaluable to who I am. I am working on being humble. I am working on being who God wants me to be. I am learning. I am asking. I am hoping. I am waiting. I am doing my best. I am happy. I am blessed. I am a child of God. I am loved.

But I never said a word.

LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of lust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?

Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, 'Who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat.
So I did sit and eat.