I am all but nothing

how do you muster
the strength to find me in the world
as I lose myself; as I am found?

this siren song of my heart
how is it enough?
to guide you to me every day, though I run from you
as I try to stand still

red threads of my spirit covetous in the dark,
praying I am worthy of this light you set fire
in my belly whilst I sleep

some wisp of hope to make good of this life
and knowing I have nothing to lose in trying