NaPoWriMo - day #8

Today's poem is in response to the NaPoWriMo prompt of the day - write about your alter ego.

My alter ego
is made of air instead of brick

She wakes up early 

and welcomes the inevitable 
as key and not a lock

She does not get high and cry
to old Sesame Street episodes
that remind her of her grandmother's house

There is always water in her heart
and forgiveness in her cup

Neither grace nor pleasure
are saved only for others

My alter ego
picks up the phone
and never stopped playing piano

She's never told a lie she didn't mean
or been touched by someone who didn't deserve it

but the one thing we have in common

as long as the thread runs through 

we will never be finished