"You don't run

"You don't run things around here."

Fired flared

White hot, a dragon

My belly, my eyes, my spirit.

Every fiber of my body longed

to revolt, to prove, to know

that maybe, just maybe,

I can BECOME

The potential burns in my heart,

finding no way out but through my eyes

that spark with determination.

Long years, late nights, barked orders, and reprimands,

with my mouth shut tight.

And still the fire burned.

Slowly, painstakingly,

I worked my way up the ladder

only to be sent back to start.

Frustration boiled up, but I pushed it down.

"Not yet," I whispered,

"Not yet."

Again through the arduous process

Slowly climbing

Up to the head of a newspaper

World-wide, controlling the public mind

'Til one day,

I looked back,

the long lost memory of those words

ringing in my ears,

"You don't run things around here."

With deep satisfaction I gaze across the water

my yacht seeming to float toward me,

Her name?

"I Do."