A phrase that
carried weight
since childhood

Not only for how
fairytales
got me through
long weary nights

But the longer I write this story called
Life
I realise how it ends and of course knew
How it had begun

As a maniac
with worlds within
wishing to bring magic
with every touch

Every moment in life could be pinned down as a start
So the phrase would fit every moment any second
To deliver stories or emotions craved to convey

Or when lost
to be a compass
imprinted on her left forearm
With it as a reminder
that she is dancing on a canvas
brush in hand

Once upon a time
she was just so little....
then things no longer....
but fear not
as everything is going just where it needed to go
The End