Lost but Found

I am lost.

I am lost out of the life of the one who carried me, who bore me, and who gave me to another.

Was it for the best?

Were you young like I am now? Were you sick with diease? Are you dead? Is it my fault you are dead? I ask when I know I will not get an answer.

I am found in a new land, a new home, a new life that I might not have if I were still with the one who bore me.

Was it for the best?

I am found.