I Am Unwritten

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind. I’m undefined. I’m just beginning the pens in my hand ending unplanned.

I break tradition sometimes my tries are outside the lines. We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes. But I can’t live that way.

Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun the illuminate the words that you cannot find.

Reaching for something in the distance so close you can almost taste it.

Release your inhibitions. Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in.

No one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken.

Live your life with your arms wide open. Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.

-Natasha Bedingfield-