i have
Created,
and
now
am subject to
Him.

i saw His talent
before
those who clamber.
used my skill
to write His narrative.
molded
His voice into confidence.
and embraced
His effervescent notions
of life,
of purpose,
of possibility.

i fostered
my Creation
and
lost Myself in His world.
i bent My soul to accommodate.
quieted My voice
and slowly diminished
the clarity of
My own
path.

i move
upon
My Creation’s whims.
His dreams.
His hopes.
for they are Mine
too.

endlessly
content
with My creation,
yet,
individually
undeveloped.

now
My next creation,
must be
Me.