We held your hand as you stepped forward,

It may not have been far, but definitely progress,

You smiled, burst into giggles as you realised

What you could do with yourself.

You were often perplexed

By the complexity of your actions

How you were capable and what was possible.

And endless array of choice and hope,

All yours to take, and rightly so,

You clutch and grasp at what is more than straws,

In fact your life stands before you, at your feet.

You wouldn’t allow it to go so far,

So you said.

You said it was a controllable matter,

However your mind seemed to think otherwise.

We fought you, we told you we were helping.

And rightly so, we were.

However, you protested, fought and stamped,

You no longer knew what was rightly wrong.

You digress and back-track on lost promise.

Fighting on the premise that ‘you were wrong’

When rightfully so we were not.

When we are looking after you.

Well held your hand.

You threw it back.