Life---Why?

Cold outside everything so barren icy limbs against stark blue cloudless sky. A new beginning small tiny fingers and toes Oh that she could have chosen her destiny her life---Why? A small shoe boxed sized bundle of joy for someone to love--or not. No one whispered in her small ears that life was cruel and cold outside or that she was only a miniscule dot. Later years at the end she has learned to get by, alone on her own depending on no one Now she knows those things not whispered when she could have chosen to live or to die. Now as she looks back on her existence it is oh so evident. She would have been better off if she'd never been born; If she'd just never been.