No, I ain't a saint nor a devil

Am just a speck in this tiny little riddle

 

The universe so vast and wild

And am only a dot unseen but can't hide

 

God can see me through and through

His ears can hear my conscience true

 

Guilty of many an undone crimes

For which forgiveness is always mine

 

If any soul I have ever hurt by mistake or else

I sincerely seek forgiveness with tears rolling down my innocent cheeks

 

Although pink and healthy but have many marks and scars unhealthy

The experiences of life have indented them deep over my pretty face

Making me look like a somber, stoic philosopher and sage

 

But I truly ain't any, no philosopher nor sage filled with piety

Just a grain of sand in this huge existential land of life and death

 

I am but a travelling soul, moving from one level up to another on the next zone

I've many a words to inscribe and still a voice within compelling me to write

 

Sharing feelings blocked within the magmatic chambers burning 

The vents aren't loose and the plugs aren't fixed right

For many a sporadic write shall be read but with half hearted delight

 

I ain't any poet with worth a million or a paltry dime

But a dainty little woman, sitting in darkness of lighted well

Brimming with hope and positivity to spill it enthusiastically 

With the specks and grains of my kind yet different in many ways

For all are but a built in piece, in this life's cut out of huge jig saw puzzled wreathe

 

A crown to wear for humanity, and I to breathe

But sorry to say, I ain't no poet, no saint, nor wisely sage to stay.