The Stars Don’t Care by Wil Michael Wrenn

The stars don’t care

if I am right or not;

they don’t judge or criticize.

The bird that flies

through the skies

and lights in a tree above me

doesn’t care if I’m not

what someone thinks I should be.

If I fail at being

the person I want to be,

or try to be,

the cattle and horses in the field

don’t notice or care.

The animals, trees, stars,

moon, and sky that overlook

and surround me

are content with me

and satisfied

that I am a part of them;

they notice not my faults and failures,

my imperfections, my infirmities.

Even my rejection by others

does not move them;

my desolation

does not bother them or sway them.

They are what they are,

and I am what I am.

I remain alone but unjudged.

The stars don’t care.

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Wil Michael Wrenn is a poet, songwriter, and musician. He has an MFA from Lindenwood University and is a songwriter/publisher member of ASCAP (American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers). He has published three books of poems -- Songs of Solitude; Seasons of a Sojourner; Enid Lake Mosaic, the latter two having been published by Silver Bow Publishing, British Columbia, Canada. His website can be found at: http://www.michaelwrenn.webstarts.com/