Unwritten

It's not a secret, I've been struggling to write here. I'll start something and I'm not comfortable sharing it so I don't or I try to stick with something safe - like pictures. I have ideas, thoughts or stories on the tip of my tongue but, I'm afraid they cross this imaginary line drawn between what I think and what is acceptable to share.  I really had a hard time clicking 'publish' with the last post.

One of my sisters has given me an amazing amount of encouragment to get back into writing. She's preparing for a writing class this spring and like me, she's haunted by a book with all blank pages.  She shared something with me regarding her haunt and now I'm going to share it with you. It's a song from Natasha Bedingfield.  I'm sure you've heard it on the radio.

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
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

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 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
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins


The rest is still unwritten

I wish you courage in your class, sis.  I hope for you to be able to fill those haunting blank pages with your thoughts.  I think once you get going and get comfortable, you'll really enjoy the peace it brings to you.