Hybrid entry - 4/16

I'm coming of age
to turn the page
put the past behind me
and not let
regret
find me
Write my life's tome
upon my thrown
make my dad's issues his own
let him reap what he has sown
alone
Put all former abuse
to a far better use
and tell a painful ruse
it's no longer my muse
Shed the tired
for inspired
disregard how the 'admired'
say I'm hardwired
See all I can see here
I was never supposed to be here
But the world it can not scold me
it never told me
Make Echo's final fleeting kiss
not to a dream of Narcissus
but to the lips of one deserving
bestowing love and still self serving
Love to my capacity
let wu-wei trump tenacity
give up the opacity
for things that come more naturally
stop defending the ascension
transcend all the pretension
let me one small voice
rejoice
by choice
and roar
and soar
and lifetimes more
Lividity yields to lucidity
and I am finally free
to be
me.