Unwritten

I wrote this back on August 8, 2010 and came across it again today as I flipped through my old journals. I don't know if that is a bad thing though that I can still apply a poem about life that I wrote three years ago to my life today. oh well...

Unwritten

The path that lies before me is jagged and gray.
It is times like these I wish I could go back the other way.
The choices I have made have led me to this point;
Standing at the crossroad with no clear end in sight.

Why is life so hard, so unwritten, with no clear path?
The one great adventure.
How you live your dash.

What I wouldn't give to have it written out for me.
Where did God leave his book?
Why not out for me to see?

I could use it to look ahead.
I could read the ending page.
Like a novel written just for me;
I could see my final days.

Was I happy?
Did I live in love and grace?
Where did I end up?
Can I see my husband's face?

Did I make him happy?
Did I give him my whole heart?
When did our family come?
I would skip to all these parts.

If only this could happen;
if I could see my life's mistakes
and what it took to fix them,
what chances did I take?

What I wouldn't give to have it written out for me.
Where did God leave his book?
Why not out for me to see?




*"How you live your dash" is a nod to one of my favorite poems "The Dash" written by Linda Ellis*