You smother me

Individuality is taboo in this household

Because apparently I am still but a child

But what does the evidence of those growths say?

What does the mind and soul speak of?

It loudly and immediately proclaims my ascension to manhood!

But yet you decide my paths as a god or goddess?

Yet you still deny me my rights to independence?

Know your place!

For even I have put away childish things!

Yet your undertones say adolescence is my shadow

You claim immaturity is kindred to me

You flaunt your authority and age as new clothing

But this dressing is as old as time itself

For some, your blood runs through our veins

And so we are always bound by blood covenant

Your every wish and command is forced upon us

We are as your slaves, or worse yet, your familiars

And I grow restless of these things

You hold my hand even as I have proven my manhood

Oh that crushing hand!

How I feared its power when in union with the rod of wrath!

My hand still feels as though ensnared in the jaws of a wild beast, preventing all escape

These writings are my second liberty

Though the One is exceedingly important

Yet I still drag my feet in your hand!

Because there is rebellion in my heart!

But you have stirred it to be so!

Like a witch or warlock mixing troubling concoctions in a cauldron

I pray steadfast for the day you release your crushing grip

My silence in your presence reflects the joyless attitude I feel inside, when it should be the opposite

It saddens me that I feel no remorse for this

I take no interest in your ramblings

You take none of my interests to heart

If I was a kitten, you would be the one that grabs me by the nape of my neck

Your fangs paralyze my every move

I am always to be still

I have no choice but to submit

Your words are as venom poisoning my every thought with anger!

For you do not understand my true intent expressed

Reasoning seems to evade you

You unknowingly barricade yourself from me

So how is it that you know my thoughts?

How is it that you profess knowing my soul?

Impossible!

Can a lion know the sorrows of its prey the gazelle?

Can the rich know the sorrows of the poor?

Nay!

Each soul is different and unique in its own right

My individuality is not a plague!

How foolish would it be for a human to say to a lion “Be as a falcon!”

Or to the multitude of fish “Be as serpents!”?

Utter foolishness!

Everyone has a role to play

Everyone has their own specifics

Your guidance was necessary in my youth

And I dare not dishonor you in my adulthood!

But your role has finished

You have accomplished your best efforts! Outstanding efforts!

You have instructed this child in the way he should go

Now is the time I walk my own path

I have One to guide me now

And even many others

Your help is always welcomed

And your gifts are always cherished

Do not think my love ignores you

However, break these chains you bind me by!

And that love would be even stronger than those chains