I could ask myself,
“Why?”
That wandering,
unanswered question,
a syllable that lingers long
into the distance,
so uncertain,
unsure,
unfulfilled.
I could utter this word,
this sound into the future,
allowing it to precede
my sure footing, my beginnings.
I could cleanse the
ease and order,
the pride and circumstance,
which comes with knowing
why it is that certainty lives in the
way that I now prance,
the true knowing I hold
in the once-tentative footings
in my Land of Inbetween
where I fumbled
and floundered,
until I found my grounding
and then my ascension
into sureness
and forever
which can be quietly seen
yet boisterously heard.
Need not have I for
questioning any longer,
yearning, calling forth
for answers from
the gloom,
how did my moments
become so fulfilled
and imbued with personal power?
Why? With knowing myself –
it didn’t happen in mere hours.
Becoming wiser through
past moments,
through histories,
Life reflects what I
have learned,
I rest my head,
I’m done,
I’ve cherished those
Why, Why, Why’s,
self-indulgent enough,
I wave them goodbye.
Forever?
I am sure.
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