Forgive me mother, for I no longer stick to your ideals.
I have foregone the customary path.
Given in to the wildest of wrath,
Come out unscathed and
embraced all that you call fiend.
Forgive me father, for I’m no longer your little girl
or the delicate maiden you thought I’d become.
I am not afraid to walk out into the sun,
in the open to a world that was once scary.
None of those warnings intimidate me.
Forgive me my country of birth;
Forgive me if it is up to you.
For I do not believe endurance is my virtue.
I have endured enough, enough have I suffered;
Now I come of age, wary yet unruffled.
Forgive me world, for I have broken barriers.
I am no longer what you want me to be.
I am no longer the silent voice of mutiny.
For now I speak out in a voice loud and firm.
I fear not your stares or words of criticism.
Forgiveness I ask not of shame or defeat
Forgiveness I ask for I tread the forbidden path
I am no longer ‘the weak’ that you chose to disregard.
Long gone is the day when I wept in a corner.
No longer at your mercy, I am independent and stronger.