Pseudonym

There is power in a name and with my name my abilities amplify, An alter ego of sorts I don, To help paint my true self across a page, A second destiny, I choose my fate once again, Or should I say they choose their own fate for the first time, I am a poltergeist crafting the words on behalf of my significant other, Two worlds I don’t wish to collide just yet, Therefore, one must remain the shadow, Identity shrouded in secret, I could be male, female, non-binary, No system can pin me down, Since I’m neither a 0 or a 1, Chromosomes; X and Y, don’t apply here, Those letters are only useful when I’m coordinating my reasons why “X marks the spot” on these treasures of words gifted as a poem, I am my writer’s puppeteer, The only irony… Is that I create freely, No strings attached.