Authorship

To type the words upon the page,
A monstrous undertaking.
Though quickly done in this our age,
My pace is slow and breaking.
Creating worlds of wrath and woe,
I wish to tell a story.
Of battle with a mighty foe,
And throes of human glory.
Though vivid pictures fill my mind,
My hands grow tired and weighted.
I seek a place in humankind,
My deeds all celebrated.
I can't go on; my head, it aches,
My wrists are sore; I stumble
O'er plots, and twists, and where to take
My hero 'fore I crumble.
Press on, press on, I hear one say.
Let not your dream unravel.
'tis soon you'll wake and find the day
When to those heights you've traveled.
The voice is mine, my heart and soul
Wage war against my sadness.
I cannot fail to reach my goal,
E'en if it leads to madness.
So fly, my fingers, soar, my words.
Break through the limitations.
Paint skies and men and tales unheard.
Unleash imagination.