Thief of What Should Have Been

It wasn't created for him
It was hers
It wasn't his to have
It was hers
It wasn't his to mold
It was hers
It wasn't his to feed
It was hers
It wasn't his to own
It was hers
It wasn't his to take
It was hers

Still he took it 

He took it without permission
He took it without love
He took it without looking back
He took it without caring about the consequences

He took it with the audacity of a thief

She didn't know then, that it was created in perfect harmony for her
She didn't know then, that it was for her to have and hold
She didn't know then, that it was meant to be molded with time and love
She didn't know then, that it should be fed with care and grace
She didn't know then, that it wasn't for someone else to take

She didn't know THEN - She knows NOW!

It fails to matter
It fails to weap
It fails to complain
It fails to try and retrieve it

It is forever gone in it's original form

She is learning to create a new one, a new one with what should have been
She is learning to let go of what was once meant to be
She is left with partial pieces, but it's okay
She is older now and understands

That the INNOCENCE of a child may have been taken by a thief, but the PERSEVERANCE of a woman is hers to forever keep.