I ain't no Saint

Never said I was a saint. I woke up this morning with the sunlight in my eyes.  I am still breathing. I rolled over and greeted the night shadow as it was leaving. Looked down and was happy to see my chest was heaving, and grateful for the air my lungs, were receiving. Yesterday tears,was the flow of the day. But today I am done with grieving. I better off knowing than believing. I am blessed I confess. I am not no Saint. What ever sin I committed,  yesterday that I ain't. Thats not a word, word! Told you I am not no Saint I don't stick to guide lines. I woke up this morning, with crazy thoughts in my head and said to myself all Saints are dead. But maybe some where, someday"  in a dark place, burns a lonely candle. A shrine a prayer and my face and name, enscribed upon a mantel.