There was no answer. She searched and searched for an answer. She spoke in tongues to achieve the answer. She searched the depths of her soul. No answer came.

Her mood was not exceedingly sorrowful, though she cried and cried. She cried in sorrow and happiness. She felt resolution approaching. An end to pain was coming. The tears had come. The pain was being released. She did not cease to ask questions.

She questioned the devil. The devil engulfed her soul in pain. The devil was pain and anguish. As she shed her tears she felt the devil moving out of her.

She wondered about God.

She wondered about evil.

There was something evil staring at her. There was something evil about the mirror. There was something evil about scrutinizing her own face. Her eyes caught the light that frightened her. There was evil, but it was only a point in time.

Her actions ceased. She was tired of questions. She fell into a restless sleep. While slumbering the questions circled through her mind. Through her sleep the questions gradually died down. She fell into a deep sleep.

She wakes in the morning. The questions are the first thing to enter her mind. More and more questions infiltrate. Questions bubble up from some deep and endless source. Some endless supply of contemplation. The questions muddy the well of her soul. Her soul was in agony. Her consciousness mas muddled.

Daylight has come. Sleep has ended. She steps out into the exterior world. The questions are put to rest as her body moves into action. Her body carries her soul and consciousness across the pavement. The sunlight hits her forehead. The sunlight rests on her hair.

The questions had settled at the top of her consciousness. The questions had been foremost on her mind. Happiness bubbled up. Bubbles of happiness caused the well to overflow. The questions fell out of the well of her consciousness. The useless questions were gone. Somehow the questions had been answered by her own happiness.

The source of happiness came from the same source as the questions. Love had been the question. Happiness comes from love everlasting and love eternal. Not love in question.

A time passed. A prayer had been answered. Love was the answer to the prayer. The prayer is everlasting. The prayer comes from the heart. The prayer has been around forever.

The moment continues. The prayer was answered. The past has been forgotten. The past slipped down to the bottom of her consciousness. A moment is left in question. That moment need not be answered. Not just yet.

The question was a solution, though not an answer. Her thoughts are organized. They are ready to take over. A moment shall continue to be an everlasting moment.

The old tricky thought has ended. The useless thought has been put to rest. Her thoughts have moved to other thoughts. Love can be a threat. Love everlasting a source of worry. Mortal love. Love ending. Half hearted love. Loss of love. Love has ended.

Anticipated anxiety fed the questions. Now the questions have been put to rest. Anticipated pain felt through patience. The soul is answerable. The soul has patience. The soul is in touch with eternity. Love need not end. It is best to just end the questions. An end to all questions.

An end to all pain.
Relief. Release.
All anxieties pass
She has lived on.
A moment is over.

Lydia Workman