The Divine's Apology

I'm sorry I didn't hold your hand,
through everything,
that I didn't make your life warm sunshine,
and misty carefree rainbows.

I'm sorry that I want you to feel pain,
to suffer and be cut down,
So that you can grow up, stand on your feet,
and know what it means to not be able to.

I'm sorry that I Had to show you,
soul charring loss,
in order to show you the true value,
of simple gains.

I'm sorry I gave you emotion,
for you seem to obsess with how you are broken,
instead of realizing you have the strength,
to triumph over your shortcomings.

I'm sorry that when I told you,
"I'll always be with you,"
you assumed that I would ensure,
that I would solve all your problems.

I'm sorry that when you look back,
on your walk through existence,
and see one set of footprints behind you,
that you assume I was absent.

I'm doubly sorry when you assume,
that those are my footprints,
and I was carrying you,
because you were too weak to walk.

You weren't.

It was by your own will that you survived your turmoils,
those lonely footprints are the war drum beats
of the endurance of the human heart,
a testament to the divine mold you were cast from.

I was always at your side,
encouraging your steps,
but you did the work.
Had I carried you it would have been an insult,
to the quality of my craftsmanship.

So I am sorry if what I have done,
is too far beyond your understanding,
I'm sorry that you focus on your life's burdens,
instead of reveling in its adventures.