There were questions
Unanswered
For millenia
At least, in her head.

It’s the not knowing,
The silence
that neither confirms
or denies.
Holding her back.
What if, she asked, what if?

Answers came
Unspoken but real.
No longer blocked
By questions unanswered,
She ran to her dream,
Giddy with the freedom.

By Deborah E. Bedrick

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