One Way

One day she wrote a poem.
It was a beautiful poem.
It rhymed, and spoke about nature.
Everyday she wrote a poem.
Everyone of them were beautiful.
Most didn't rhyme, but they spoke of loved ones.
One day she stopped writing.
And then she never wrote again.
No more wonderful nature imagery,
Or memorable stories,
Or anything.
It's as if the creativity completely stopped.
And it stopped forever.

Until she finds a new reason to write.

~ ~ ~ ~~

This is the story of a girl named Ari.