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.

Brittany Longwell

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