Describe Yourself In a Poem

I am the heartache in unopen love letters, that are not written in love. They are bathed in sadness. I am a pawn in a game of chess, a move away from checkmate. A move more significant than my worth. My value more bigger than the move. I am faith in a closed Holy book, buried in an abandoned temple. People come to Pray. They don't know how to pray. They still pray. They pray in the wrong language. I am the city of lights, amidst a lockdown, empty streets. Not even a begger in site to come in exchangé of a prayer. I am myself and there is no explanation for that, i am myself in the infinty of existence. I am myself, war and peace wrapped in aching bones. I am myself but who are you?