By D. R. DiFrancesco
Do you like what you see,
Molded after what you dreamed I’b be,
Sheltered behind walls of stone.
My wings clipped,
Meant to keep me safe,
Instead, caging my will to fly.
I knocked on fates door,
Only to have it slammed angrily in my face,
Resigned to a destiny of civilized certainty.
Is this the path I would have chosen?
Maybe, but that was for me to adjudge,
I never had the chance to find out.
Adolescence enslaved me,
Chaining my desires, preventing them from soaring,
Pushing me in directions that you found acceptable.
Age held no respite,
Desire for approval ingrained into my being,
Second guessing decisions through your minds eye.
Passage to maturity should not proceed this way,
Life’s lessons are meant to form us,
To be our guide through our metamorphosis to adulthood.
Despite being bound to the past,
Handcuffed to the vision of what I was supposed to be.
I have broken free of the iron shackles of my youth.
With no time for regrets I have freed me,
Unlocking my hopes from the dungeon of childhood,
Escaping the hangman that would have stifled my future.
Look back I would not change a thing,
Realizing that your protectiveness although misguided, decided who I became,
Leaving it up to me to alter the path on which I strode.
In strength I have become myself,
Confronting my shortcomings with an iron fist,
Finding the goodness in what I have become.
Harboring no compunction,
You did what you did out of love for my well-being,
Although flawed doing what you thought was best.
For this I thank you.