A Poem From My Younger Self

How I've drifted from writing, and how I am learning to love it once more.

There was a little girl,

who dreamt of fairy tales.

She read storybooks of

great adventures,

and powerful characters.

There was a little girl,

who wrote tall tales,

her notebooks filled

with pencil markings,

and her stories jumped

from the pages;

magic in each

story she spun.

There was a little girl,

who wished to

see her stories

on shelves in bookstores,

touching the hearts

of her readers.

There was a woman,

who abandoned her pen

and notebook,

unable to tell

the vibrant stories

the little girl once

dreamt of.

There was a woman,

who left her books

on shelves, untouched,

leaving them to

collect dust.

The little girl asked,

"Why are your notebooks

empty and your shelves

dusty?"

The woman said,

"The words no

longer flow like

they once have,

and the spines

of the books

have become too

heavy for my hands."

The little girl said,

"But we've stayed up

countless nights

with our nose in

a book,

and have filled

notebook after notebook

with many worlds."

The woman sighed,

"To tell stories,

it was meant to

be a dream,

and a dream alone."

The woman continued,

"They say such

a job is foolish."

The little girl said,

"But the ones who

say such things

are the fools."

"They have never

dreamed a dream

so beautiful,

for they do not

wish to see with

eyes like yours,

or feel with a heart

as tender as yours,

nor do they write

with hands like yours."

"And to not dream

is to live a life of

someone else,

if it is living, at all."

The woman thought,

and she thought some

more, letting the little

girl's words unfold

like the pages of

a novel.

With a smile,

the woman said,

"You speak words

of a poet."

And the little girl

giggled,

"For it was

always in

you."

Author's Note

Whatever it is you may dream of, please keep on doing so.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Interestingly, this not only reads as if it's taking place; in someone's imagination or dream. It seems to portray a more mature woman, talking down to her younger naive self; reflecting back thoughts upon her own writing. Indeed, children sometimes imagine the most unlikely or bizarre career or work choices; for the future. And, the naive girl in this poem, thinks that wishing for a dream-like aspiration; is a guarantee that it's going to happen. After all, so many adult writers don't make it into a main career. Even so, this thoughtful poem ends on a cheery note; "for it was always in you".

[Franky]

Am I understanding this to be a conversation between a young girl and hee adult self?

I love that idea. Wow. Very ambitious too.

But mostly, very skillfully penned.

[🍂Ellie🍂]

Thank you! And yes, I wrote it as if my younger self is speaking to me, now as an adult. :)

[Franky]

I am glad. I was guessing! Well done!

[ThEa]

Ellie this is awesome, so relatable and motivating at the same time I am obsessed with your poems love this one.

[🍂Ellie🍂]

Thank you! This makes me happy to hear. :)

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem like cool Breeze in hot summer. Nicely written

[🍂Ellie🍂]

Thank you! :)