It was mine.
It was mine to give
to the one I chose.
Instead it was taken,
forever from my grasp.
Stole the most valuable item
That this fifteen year old possessed.
It was mine.
It was suppose to be a gift.
Somewhere out there
the potential recipient
knows not what was lost.
It was mine.
He stole my gift.
I had visions on how it
would one day be given.
It was mine.
He stole my dream.
For years what I gave
could never bring
me happiness.
It wasn’t The gift.
It was mine.
He stole my joy.
I should be able to reminisce
fondly when girl talk
falls to that time
but I remain quiet.
It was mine.
He stole my memories.
A stranger made himself familiar
in a place he should have never known.
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Raivenne-lations 
I can so relate to this poem and your words brought back the memories I’d like to forget.
That is a wish far too many of us have and, unfortunately, may never be fully granted.
Sad, but theses words are eerily true. Not a thing in this world can make up for her loss of innocence and her gift.
whew. i am sorry. i wish we lived in a world where this never happened…it hurt my heart…
remember this from the other day…still stuck with me…sadness & anger…
oh, man! touching piece. beautifully done!
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Thank you for the honesty. I think way too many of us understand the robbery that takes place in the life of innocence
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Love the verse. Hate the circumstances. Sad.
This is not my story; but this is the story of women. If it’s your story you now know it’s not only your story, it’s the story of women. The sharing you can do is that you can know that they somewhere know it and on some level can share it too. You are more than this story, you are the survivor, you are the teacher, you are the giver of truth, and the bringer of light! Well done.
Thank you for the awareness
Heartrending poem. Special thanks for sharing this one.
horrible act and the repetition really underscores your portrayal of the theft of the Gift/innocence.
so tough…it should never happen…haunting in its repetition of it was mine..
The violation of innocence is a crime that can really never be repaired. Sadness just permeates this touching poem.
ugh..gut wrenching in the end at where it took me…and i agree it shoulc never happen…it hurts just to think on it…as i know it has happened to far too many…they say 1 in 5 women i believe…ugh…
How very sad… the loss is palpable. The ownership of memories that should have been and could never be after the callous taking.
A sincere thanks to you all for your heart felt comments.