My Life, My Choices!

When does your help ever help me, pray?

A constant chorus, a never-ending play.

Your well-worn script, a familiar refrain,

Ignites a fire, a smoldering pain.

You chart your course, a compass in hand,

While I'm adrift, lost in a foreign land.

Your map of life, a rigid decree, 

But this journey's mine, wild and free.

Your counsel offered, a patronizing art,

As if I’m a child, lacking a heart.

I crave autonomy, a space to unfold,

Not your blueprint, a story to be told.

So, spare me your wisdom, your guiding light,

Let me stumble and rise, with all my might.

I’ll find my own path, through shadows and sun,

My life, my choices, ‘til the day is done.