Kat Crane Poet Rhyme

Stolen Youth

I took a stroll around my mind today
And there I found images, visions at play:
I saw a child, happy carefree
I somehow knew that child wasn’t me
More of a hope, a dream that never came true
That dream, that illusion was shattered by you
I saw a teen innocent naive
For that misled youth I often grieve
I see a bride and her husband to be
But for me that door’s locked and you hold the key
I see the life I should have know
The type of environment in which I should have grown
You’ve taken so very much from my life, 
From my sister, your daughter, my mother, your wife
You’ve haunted my days and tortured my nights
To the memories you leave me I can put up no fight.
I will never forgive you for the pain that you’ve caused
The whole of my life has been slowed down or paused
I only hope that one day I’ll see
How to trust again and learn to be me

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April is child abuse awareness month.
According to Ofsted, 3 children die every week from child abuse in the UK and Wales

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James Fraser May 26, 2009 at 2:20 PM Absolutely a most brilliant write Kat, this is heading to my favs. I adore your poems, and you are heading to my favs also. If your future poems are like this, i have happy views in the future, thank you so much for sharing, especially this one, James

Vince Suzadail Jr. May 6, 2009 at 2:47 PM It's a lot more prevalent than the world sees and needs to be brought out in the open. This was a courageous write. I've seen kids shattered by their screwed up parents. Those who turn their head and look away are just as guilty as the abuser. Sorry, but this is one subject that p-sses me off as there seems to be no justice for the victims and the A--holes are protected. Kids are innocent and those who destroy that innocence should die a slow painful death. Vince

Anthony Nutter April 18, 2009 at 1:23 PM Thank you for the poem. I can relate on so many levels. Well written and flows great. Sorry for the childhood lost it is never regained.

Diane Christian April 18, 2009 at 8:28 AM a sad poem but greatly written I pray peace will be with you once more my friend, it is true how many die to abuse, In other places it is even higher than uk or wales more should be done for theese children. anyway God bless you from diane