How can you loose something you never had
how can another take what they never gave
how can you miss something that was never yours
what is life with out the struggle
why is worry worse in the middle of the night
Why do the what for’s and why’s keep popping up
wanting answers that no one over the centuries could find
why must it be so hard for so many all of the time
why can we cry without reason
feel only pain
hate the blackness of rain
Is pain an energy
that charges through the atmosphere
seeking me out like a missile
guess I never made it through that two year old stage
the asking why why why the how’s and what for’s
even as the sunlight splashes through the door
even as bird song pulls the heart to lightness
questions cling and deliver their sting
in the unanswerableness of the questions
in the unreasonableness of their very existence.