Delusions of Adequacy

I stumblingly believe I am worthwhile
But know that I am not.
In the violent misgivings of hatred
I lie confused and broken -
Like a vase thrown in a heated rage -
Broken and forgotten and never again perfect.

I am the world to one:
All things dark and beautiful come from me.
Lacking the control I so desire,
Unable to stop the torrid rains from coming,
Always coming to wash away pain and hate and sin
The sin we are all guilty of.

I am the world. I am the truth.
I am the light. We are all borne of light,
And yet so many shelter in the comfort
That the darkness can bring.
Cover me in a shroud darkness and peace
Never let me go. I am not worthy.