Unwritten

This is such a weird title for me. I never leave anything unwritten, but I was thinking I needed some positivity and direction for the coming days, months, years. I am always concerned with being toxicly positive, but sometimes you just need a pick-me-up.

I want to think about how the pages before me are unwritten. I want to hope that I have a say and a choice, that nothing is written in stone. We can make changes if we need to even if it is just in our small world.

At the same time, I want to think there is something there watching and waiting for the right moment to show me that I can take hold of those things that are meant for me. And I really want those things to be meant for me.

I am unwritten
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined
I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin