The doctor who writes
Once upon a time, there lived a sweet girl called Amy. Amy loved to do all the things a kid would do but one thing. She loved to write. Ever since she was small, she would scribble words into the back of her school books . Doodle cute cartoon figures and write stories about them. On her tenth birthday, she was gifted a lovely diary , that was bound in leather cover and had a tiny lock and key as well. She fell in love with this present, carrying it wherever she went.
Things changed when she was getting older , her parents wanted her to pay more attention to her studies and despised her love of writing.
" What's the use of being a mere writer? You have to become something bigger than that ! Don't ruin our reputation" they would tell her, each time they seen her writing something down. It would really hurt but she didn't say a word. She would secretly hide in the dark space below her bed and lit a torch to write as much as she could , pouring out her woes into her dear diary. As the years passed further , she studied hard ( but wrote harder ) . And soon became the doctor her parents wanted her to be.
Dr Amy turned out to be the most popular doctor in her town. People all over visited her to get treated by her. So much that her parents turned curious to know what was the secret of her success.
So they paid a secret visit to her clinic and stood near her door. They could see a kid not more than 6 years sitting next to her , listening to her in rapt attention as she read something from a book . They
Pressed their ears closer to the door to hear her speak. She was reciting a story about a little girl who loved to write but wasn't allowed to .
After the story was over , the kid smiled wide and gave her a tight hug.
" I want to be a writer too !" He exclaimed.
" Sure you will . Just follow your heart" she told him wistfully.
The kid thanked her and left the room along with his mom and dad. Amy's parents stood, amazed yet ashamed of what they just seen. The success to their daughter's career was her own passion that she kept alive , reading out her scribbled work to her patients. They may have killed her dreams , but they would never be able to kill her spirit.
"Her hands wrapped in thorns.
Her fingers holding the pen tight
She bled words on the paper
With fiery passion ; ever glowing light"