Stolen Spring

My only solace in this life’s long span, Was the tranquil peace of childhood’s early plan. But where did they retreat, my teenage years? And youth’s bright vigor, lost amid the tears? The moment that I stepped past childhood’s door, I tumbled into what cold Fate had in store. A sudden ambush, a deceptive snare, Leaving just shadows where the past held air. Now every memory is a hazy streak, A whispered vision that I fail to speak. The bloom of adolescence, youth's true worth, Were stolen from the moment of my birth.