Once upon a time
there was a girl
who believed
that anything was possible.
She believed
in this endless possibility
for years and years
and it enabled her
to see magic in the simplest of things.
The dust in the air was actually sparkles of fairy dust
and the doorstopper on the wall was actually an undiscovered musical instrument.
The sheets on the bed could create castles
given a few clothespins and chairs
and there was probably a land of magic on the other side of the closet.
But then one day
Life took the little girl
and slapped her with reality and lies.
It snuffed out the idea
that anything was possible
and it told her
that her dreams were unreachable
and that magic did not exist.
And the fairy dust became regular dust
the doorstopper lost its music
the sheets on the bed were just sheets
and on the other side of the closet, was a wall.
She believed
what Life told her
for years and years
and she was blind
so blind
to the magic begging to be seen.
But then one day
she realized
that Life was a lying monster
and that her dreams
and her magic
were not impossible.
All it took
was one voice
one ounce of encouragement
one person
to tell her the truth she needed so desperately to hear:
"You were born to write."
And now she is unstoppable.
