I'm Nobody

I'm nobody. Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
                         -Emily Dickinson

Fame is for what we are programmed.
Fame is what counts.
What are you doing for that Name: Fame?
Is that all you can make of a human?

You haven't seen me for years.
You ask what I've done to gain
Fame and importance
Fame is for what we are programmed.

I've been wiping noses and tears
My gifts fill my kitchen,
Fill lines with alphabetic characters, but
Fame is what counts

I have sought small ways to put myself
Up in the sky,
That twisted thorn path is a long one
What are you doing for that Name: Fame?

I have swept those cobwebs from my mind
I follow my own way,
Never with a map.
Isn't that all you can make of a human?

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We're all about Frozen at our house, too, and my girl is counting down the days 'til the 18th.

I chose to write about the seduction of fame and how, though it was a path that I could have pursued, I ended up getting everything I wished for because I "let it go." I have to let it go with nearly every new avenue I come upon, not because seeking fame is not interesting, but because it is not the best that life has to offer for me.

I used a cascade form where the lines from the first stanza are repeated in the stanzas following.