What Am I?

What are my words worth if i don't know how to use them?
What are my thoughts worth if i only abuse them?
What is my heart for if it is always broken?
What is my life for if i don't allow the spirit to be spoken?

My life is invaluable, for i am a creation
A concept, a fact, a reason for libation.
No one can take life away from this soul
For when i am done breathing, there's more story to be told.
I have very few friends, but it doesn't really matter
Since i love those few despite how far we scatter.

I'm better than i've been, this much i know.
The light had been seen and i see it yet once more.
With this, i know which direction i shall go
It shall be forward and my heart is restored.

What are my words worth if i use them for good?
What are my thoughts worth if i use them as i could?
What is my heart for if it is mended by God?
What is my life for if i allow the spirit to be brought?

A whole more than i can currently fathom
It shall be so if i allow myself to have HIM.