A Dream’s Nightmare

I look into the future,

And what do I see?

I see I’ve built an empire,

An empire built by just me.

This empire was built with steady hands and a roaring mind,

Writing on a blank canvas ‘til I was nearly blind.

As my imagination flew,

My hands would become sore.

Anywhere inspiration hit,

I had a pen and paper at my hip.

And little did I know was true,

My empire grew and grew and grew.

Every letter beneath my finger became my building block,

Each stroke became my cement.

I watched as one page grow to two,

And two pages turn to ten.

Before I knew it I had a book,

Only a second to a shelf it took.

Before it was bought by what I can now call…

A fan!

I’ve sold many

And made millions.

I’ve become a household name,

And put writers of old to shame!

My empire has become grand and great,

But the one thing my money can’t buy,

Or that my fame can create,

Is a mate.

I’ve built this empire with my own hands,

But alone in it do I stand.

Waiting now and forevermore,

For the one I should truly adore…

–Mary Angela Guillen