To the writer in you,
Its nice to finally get in touch with you. Maybe you aren’t aware of your own presence inside of the person you were born in. Or maybe you just need brushing up that memory of yours. Probably on a rainy evening when you couldn’t go out to play and thats when you came across it. Covered in dark red with many mysterious words written inside of it, and the only ones that made sense to you were the words you knew how to speak. Maybe thats when you blossomed.
Or maybe it was around the time your aunt went to live half across the world from you, and sent you postcards of all the amazing places she visited. You had to reply to her, not because your mother forced you to, but because you wanted to let her know how much you loved the postcards and wanted her to send you more. Just writing those letters made you feel happy.
Oh you were so young back then. Scribbling in that blue journal of yours, writing about everything and nothing at the same time. Some days you will just write the new quote you had read the night before, over and over again. With the pen pressed over the paper a little too hard to get an impression on the other side. Your tiny hands tracing the words as if they were a map to treasure island.
Remember your first poem? About a certain Mrs. Wilkerson and her beautiful garden? Seems very silly now, doesn’t it?
Why did you stop? Why did you let the poor child forget all about its superpowers? Being able to create a world of your own just by using numerous combinations of letters, without any concern of the reality, that was your superpower, right?
And now you regret it. So what if not everybody loved your work of art? Or had a few opinions about it that were arrows straight to your fragile heart? Couldn’t you write them as a villain in a story and kill them off the hands of a 6 year old? Instead of stopping couldn’t you just let it pass and not ruin the one thing that you love?
Maybe we will see you soon again, probably on a rainy afternoon when you couldn’t make up your mind whether to watch Netflix or take a nap, and you will come across the book again. Covered in dark red with many words written inside it. And this time you’ll understand most of those words and finally decide to wake up from your hibernation and write a few of your own. Use that superpower of yours again.
I hope you do…
The one who lost his superpower.