My youth,
Innocence,
That once sparkle in my eye;
Stolen.
Robbed of a life that could have been,
That should have been.
But now, the strength never to have been seen before, arises.
Overpowers everything that was.
I turn my stolen youth to wisdom.
My innocence to a newborn maturity.
And that sparkle, now returns to appreciate life's beauty.
I stare life in the face.
Square in the eye.
And take it back.
This is now my opportunity to re-own my life,
and everything that has been taken from me.
I am here now, and I have survived.