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Can she still be loved, the uncertain one?

The one with too many questions…

The one who is not denying the doubt-cry one day more.

Can she still love, she without the inspired brand of faith?

This adventure, the pursuit of truth and freedom.

Freedom to follow the heart’s wondering, wandering kind.

There is no unseeing the seen.

Woe to the one who strays, who’s mind is never satisfied.

A lonely, wild journey lies ahead…

But it has to be done.

**this is an anonymous poetry submission to Storybleed Magazine
…and it reverberated like an echo off our walls.

::featured by story editor Sara Sophia–@sarasophia::