Born

I was born- innocent of life, those baby cries, my first protests and struggles. So many times on my journey I have risked all, shown no respect, for life. And I have been searching for some meaning, now I stand back an observer of my life, all the paths taken, the twists and turns, all the deep love, and all the weeping death. I need a life of meaning, a journey with soul and heart. Never will I find all the answers I seek, or an answer to all the whys in life, and that is okay, for life is a gift, to not waste, a treasure that I hold in my hands to create. _________________________ October 5, 2016 Poetry/Free Verse/Born Copyright Protected, ID 16-835-710-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.