this little word

A word controlled my mind today
and I couldn’t make it leave.
It insisted that I listen,
it gave me no reprieve.
It stood there oh so boldly
begging me to see
that what it held inside itself
was put there just by me.
Without all of my stories
it was nothing really much.
What it needed me to do
was pack it with more stuff.
So I wrote a tiny poem
about this little word,
watched it as it flew away
because I called the word a bird.