awakened at 3 a.m.
she arrives in a flash of blazing light
sitting on my cushion
she whispers in my ears
talking with a friend
she inserts herself between us
walking with my dog
driving my car
the shower
yoga
she accompanies me everywhere
stalking me
insisting I document her every word
paint her images
sing her songs
dance with her
and only her
She doesn’t stop there
oh no
she is a fountain of ideation
a wealth of creative solutions
there is a market for each
and every ware
she offers
she doesn’t sleep
she doesn’t eat
she will not rest
and
she will not leave
I must do as she directs
or
I will not sleep
I will not eat
I will not rest
I begged her to come
and when she arrived
I ushered her in
embracing her with my need
believing somehow
her magic wand waving
over me
meant certain rise to
extraordinary heights
she would make me Someone
Somebody
and yet now
I beg reprieve
yearning for the quiet ordinary
to be no one
nobody
I did not know that
attached to her wand
was a string
and now here I am
a mere puppet
acting upon her command
resistance is futile
I will be assimilated
I am assimilated
becoming Someone and no one
I am Somebody and nobody
I am her
she is me
there is only surrender
submission
absorption
yet!
one small victory perhaps
I can claim
I receive the credit
I receive the honor
I receive the glory
for to all others
she is invisible
though I know the truth
it is all her
I content myself with this bargain
to avoid feeling despair
that
I am no one