An Enigma Waiting to be Understood

Who are you?
What are you?
Why are you?

Thrown into a world
you never asked to be a part of,
daughter of a father
who was there but never cared,
daughter of a mother
who wanted to do more than her best,
because her best
wasn't good enough.
You never gave your permission
to be ripped out of the woom,
and forced into a fast paced game
where nobody would stop
to explain the rules.

But here you are,
heart beating,
lungs breathing,
mind thinking.
This is no longer nothing,
little girl,
this is life.

Don't look back,
nothing is nowhere you can go,
beyond reach now,
the expected comfort of not being
became nonexistant
with your birth,
and your existance.

You are.
When new lungs
take a first breath,
and new vocal cords
cry for the first time,
there is nothing more
than just being.

Born a woman,
a homosapien,
daughter, sister, cousin,
friend, obsession
a mirror of the senses,
a manipulator of colors and words,
an artist,
a little quiet, a lot loud,
strange but cute,
audacious and strong willed,
compassionate,
an enigma waiting to be understood,
you had no choice in any of it,
and little in life,
but life you have.

You came from nowhere
to become something,
even though you may never understand
exactly what that something is.
You live,
but what should you do with that life,
and why?
Why do anything at all?

Your questions will go unanswered
if you can't answer them yourself.
You do not know
who you are,
or what you are,
or why you are,
just that you are.
Nobody asked you to be,
but you seem OK with that,
life is good,
and meaning will be found
along the way.