But, Writer, that flame’s a fighter.
The wick, while lit, casts its promise across your page. A promise to burn. A promise to light your path, no matter how dark…
But you must show up to light it.
Always remember this: That wick–the flame’s lifeline–is also its own nemesis. The flame will snuff out. The smoke strings that linger around your eyes and fill your nose, will stay with you.
This smoke, Writer, is a reminder and a promise. A reminder of the flame you’d lit. And a promise that it will return again–if you light it. The wax will harden. And it’s up to you to throw it away. Don’t look back at it, Writer. Then look back. Look into the dark. Remember it. Then, don’t. It’ll stay with you, anyway.
Your wick burns for the children who read your work for fun. It burns for the children whose own flames have snuffed out. Writer, you made them a promise the first time you lit the wick. And you made yourself a promise, too.
Put up a fight. Always, always light that wick, Writer. And when you do, follow the light. The darkness is there, too. It will always stay with you. So, follow the light anyway.
Keep writing, y’all! :0)