Poem #15 for National Poetry Month

Virtual Earth Command

Everything is uncomfortable

Wavering in my eternal insides

Wanting and stretching the longing I feel

A spring that isn’t as sprung

 as it was two weeks ago

The sun out but cold

My heater holding back the night

I look at the sky and fight

The measure of might that seems so small

Withal I’ve been through

It isn’t enough to go on

To what I’d hoped

I could do by now

I do not wow those who read about me

But those I meet generally like my face

An honest one that smiles easily

Or shows the distant melodies within

They hear my voice

I made that choice

I’m still trying to play the ingénue

When I know I’m a character at heart

If only I could slip into another skin

I think then I could start

I pull the old blanket of stars tighter

As I see the pin pricks that trace

Shimmering to make my tatters

Into the queenly robe I think is somewhere else

Yet I wear it unto the end

When it shall melt and leave nothing but

Where I’ve been all this time

My place in space

In God’s amazing grace