Seeing yourself.

"i am weak
the moisture in the air
keeps me down;
the larger the room
the more i shrink into it
i want to be the walls
the ceiling
the floor
to be electricity
what i would give
to be a name
not a face
to be alpha
no longer omega
to jump three stairs
not just one
to open doors
rather then close
to say pretty words
with a golden tongue
be the art
not the spectator
to be the race
not the horse

hope is a church
of which i am ex-communicated.
i will sink, one day, into the earth;
regret is an anchor
a change in the weather
the desert
tornado
monsoon
el nino

my head is a road map
broken lines
bold lines
i once found myself
atop everest
soaring
i found myself
in marianas trench

there is no use in running
when you can barely stand"

What is self-worth?
How do we evaluate it?
Are we worthless or priceless?
I will add to this one day.