Saint & sinner
She has the lineaments of a celestial body, cloaked in a virtue. The folks say her eyes are as innocent as the doe, never has seen the disheveled honesty of the world. Yet, beneath the surface there is a glimpse of the unseen. A dark abyss of the heart, where the devil abides and the windstorm resides.
With a saintly facade, lies a sinner’s desires. Torn between a mortal body and a heavenly abode. While the world sleeps, her lingering doubts and forgotten burden bedevil her. A silent battle, in the hallowed halls of a gilded cage. She bears the burden of being pure and great because the world deceits to fathom her rebel yearns. Although, eager of an earthly passion where her spirit may burn, she knows that it’s just a phantom dream.
At last, her whole life she plays the saint with a heart newly frayed. She walks with faith and by grace she appears. For in her life, the truth is found. In every saint, a sinner is crowned.
