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.