So why did you send me here?
So helpless that I needed to depend
On strong arms to hold me down
So lacking and young that I couldn’t defend
Me, against the eventual dependencies;
And why, when I have them leant so well
So well, that I do need them now
Do you wait for me unlearn?
Shove me in the fires of life,
To singe my soul and expose the burns;
I wonder why you gave me a home
That taught me sturdy beliefs to keep
And never back down in the face of torment
That stood in the face of my innate beliefs;
When, you want me to unlearn
And accept that all exist –
And change will cast shadows of doubt
On everything I believe, for it shall fall short
New beliefs will need to be birthed
I only wonder what it’s all worth
It’s just an age of discontent
From wilful child to a candid youth
I’ve seen your fancy versions of truths
None did I like
Most did I fight
And tired myself out, before my time
The cloistering dependencies didn’t get unlearned
Some fires of life never managed to burn
Enough to sweep the litter of connections
And shove them in a plastic bag
And cast them in the river of insular existence
In the face of your unabashed persistence
Of Everything I learnt when I was young
Sorry God, I can’t undo
Everything you
Intended for me to eventually discard;
You graceful discretion, ended up a turncoat
Like a blemish of twisted faith upon your intentions;
Some contrived truths
And some garbled myths
In a lapse of reason, you couldn’t prevent
Just a little child, in the face of your wilderness
Already I feel so spent
And although the beauty of your persistence,
Is not lost on my fumbling mind
What could have been, the dream
Might even have been sublime
But Sorry God, I am all spent
All I ended up – is with is an age of discontent