I like this poem. I definitely understand it, and it reminds me of when I first started writing poems when I was younger. Good work.

If there was a word for "Wow" and "Ouch", then I'd probably use it here (maybe wowch?). At any rate, this is a fairly good poem, and what it expresses is quite the very basic end of childish aid, with the expectance of the ability to find your own road, to stand on your two feet or to soar through the sky in a glorious harmony (Damn, so many ways to express this differently, I almost wish I'd have wrote something about this).