Typing on my tiny typewriter,
I’m an incorrigible plotter.
Color splashes onto the page,
Green, coral, orange, and beige.
A story burns in my heart,
Tearing my soul apart.
My story grows from a small seed—
I wonder where it might lead.
It grows higher, taller, stronger.
I can’t hold it in any longer.
Let it grow! Let it grow!
Let the current flow!
I toss all my dreams into the deep-blue sea,
Expecting to create waves like a tsunami,
Rippling emotions throughout the earth,
Triggering sorrow, joy, and mirth.
But instead, plunk!
And boy, it sunk.
I throw it in time after time,
Until all my hopes are coated in slime.
I trudge home muddied, tired, and sore,
Feeling as if nothing matters anymore.
I stash away my pencil, paper, and pen,
Vowing never to touch them again.
My rejection becomes dejection,
But God turns that into a redirection.
I realize He didn’t give me hands and feet
For collapsing onto a pillow in defeat.
Instead of saying goodbye,
I decide to say, “Try.”
Remembering the biggest dreams start small,
I’ll get up no matter how many times I fall.
Mariposa Aristeo is a self-taught artist and aspiring children’s author who captures the glories of God’s creation on paper. Here at Story Embers, she serves as the public relations director and graphic designer because she desires to encourage other storytellers to craft novels that ignite the imagination and warm the heart.
In between writing and working at SE, she loves illustrating books, such as A Visit to Oaklenbrooke Farm. She hopes to someday publish her own children’s book, a kooky tale that combines humor, heart, and her longtime love of dinosaurs. Her book-eating assistant, Aberdeen the Authorosaurus, supplies her with most of her story ideas and forces her to write by threatening to sit on her.