Uninvited

Sometimes an idea, a word, a thought, keeps tumbling around in my head. Insistent, uninvited. Imploring me to give it a life, motion, existence, a future in a poem. I try to hide, but it doesn’t quit. I say, ‘I’m not good enough for you, please leave and find someone else’, or, ‘come back another time when I might be ready’. But, it won’t be deceived. It’s relentless. It wants what it wants.