Unwritten Poem by Brittany Longwell
Unwritten
I long to be who I am made to be.
Successful? Married? Wealthy? Alone?
The possibilities run off the blank page -
The blank page that stares up at me.
The past is no more; the present is unchangeable.
The future is yet to come.
A mother, a wife, a business woman, a Christian.
One can only imagine.
The page is still staring -
The book is still unwritten.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Brittany Longwell
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 12:30:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very in depth, i really like this poem.