.
You are not
at all
how I created you.
Wrote you down,
just an idea
in my head.
Supposed to be
functional and linear,
following a projected
parabola.
Little did I know
you’d seek for something
that I had not yet
given you.
.
When did I create
in you
desire?
When did I give you
free will?
Here we are
and now,
as I write,
I feel like I know you
more and more,
but I seem to have
less and less control.
.
I never knew you
would ever be
another being.
Now all I do
is create conditions
for you to live.
Not like the falling
of a million stars,
you grow
until your tale
has been told;
and so,
the whole world
is changed.
.
I imagine you
and wonder if you
imagine me?
Did you know
that you did not exist
before the scene
when I introduced you,
and now you go
into the world
before me.
I don’t know you,
but I know you see me.
We’re both
possibilities.
.
.
HG – 2021
Beautifully said. Characters have a mind of their own outside ours—nothing ever happens as we originally planned it with them. They are stubborn like that! I also like the thought if they think about us too… That’s intriguing to me. 😀
I think in this case, I started thinking about how we sometimes cast ourselves as the “Main Character” in our own lives. We “write ourselves in” so to speak from time to time, when it suits us.
Of course, the piece evolved from there to other, more paternalistic overtones, and ideas of creator/created, but the story has to be seen through someone’s eyes. It has to be experienced to be related, or there is no story.
Thank you very much for commenting. I’m glad you enjoyed it!