Once a Day

I'm trying to write once a day.

Without guarantee if it's a slay.

I used to be inspired to write a lot.

Whether the task was assigned to me or not.

But once I grew older,

My hobbies grew colder.

I no longer thought up stories and tales,

Imagine far away worlds or set my sails.

I worried around,

In a depressed little mound.

My anxiety was high,

And my friends were nigh.

But very gradually, one day,

I realized I wanted to play,

Among the meadows and the field,

Where a sword or wand I used to weild.

And so with two shaky hands,

I now endeavor to return to those lands.

So please feel free to follow if you will,

And indulge me when I fail, still,

As I pick up my metaphorical pen,

And attempt writing once again.

Even though from it I may stray,

I will attempt writing here...

.....once a day.