I Used to Write, Once Upon a Time
I used to write, once upon a time. It flowed forth like an abundant spring, washing down my arms and through my fingertips in a never-ceasing current. Words of knights and princesses filled the page, words of suffering and strength. They thrummed in my heart, filling the very blood in my veins.
I used to write, once upon a time. Then life came. It hit heavy, with torrential rain and hurricane winds, tearing away at time, at my mind. Three essays, seventy pages, and two quizzes; due tomorrow. Who has time to write in the midst of a storm? Still, I yearned. The words bubbled inside of me, that spring ready to burst forth once more. But more and more often, it was filled, rock by rock; homework, friends, events.
I used to write, once upon a time. When the certificate was in my hand, I thought I was free; no more quizzes, no more essays, I could write again! I could let the words flow from my fingertips and onto the page, creating life, creating meaning. But this time it was no storm, no.