The Unknown by Hannah Collier (19, Maryland)

Why can't I see you? My vision is clear.
You're standing in the distance, close yet far.
The grand door that leads to you is ajar,
But the road that leads to you is obscure.
I must blindly footslog to your frontier.

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Once found, my fear is that you'll be subpar,
Like a grand reservoir of broken stars.
Regardless, once we meet, I must adhere,
To you completely, and embrace all moments,
Because once found, you are ambiguous.
Your successor evokes unrest and zeal.
You do not allow any postponements,
That is because you are continuous,
Concealed tightly until you are revealed.

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