Origins of a Lost Soul
by Shauna Rae
Unanswered questions tossed into the void,
Lost in an open field.
Comfort food like a soft but too-long hug,
Pre-teen headaches brought on by the beating of puberty’s pulse.
A cracking foundation of beguiling ancestors,
When raw, they are flawed humans, after all.
Questions, I always had so many questions.