I am nothing.

I tried to think
of a clever metaphor
To compare myself to
An amusing analogy, a simple simile;
Am I an ocean or a tree?
A storm or an endless galaxy?

I go round and round in this
desperate chase to
Define myself
Know who I am and wear it like a badge of honour
But
After years of searching for the perfect definition I chose
Not to.
I am undefinable.
The very definition of "definition"
dictates the necessity of one thing I lack
And that is constance
I am ever-changing
And that is about the only 'definite' thing in me

So if you ask me what I am
A smile will dance on my lips and
A shrug will lift my shoulders
Because for now I think
I found my answer
I am nothing
And
That
Makes
Me
*Everything