No I'm not a saint, as much a sinner as you
learnt some lessons late,
nearer to knowing the 'me', too true – too true;
sometimes reckless, while sometimes sedate.
Unconsciousness felt like velvet fitted closely,
who I once was hovered on a cliff edge, smiling down.
No really, I'm still no saint; owning my truth gently,
wingspan embracing the new calm inside that I've found.
Taken from 'X'.