A Girl in Year Nine

I still remember the year everything fell apart,

Never even had a chance it was doomed from the start,

Just a little girl with hopes she could fly, 

Wings were broke when her dad said they were on the brink of goodbye, 


Life has hit her in the face and drained the dreams in her head,

But her walls so high no tears were able to be shed, 

With the odds stacked against her she wasn't even prepared, 

The news that came next she wish was never shared, 


Mama looked at her and said they'd be alright, 

That little girl couldn't breathe suffocated with fright,

Days went by and she lost her laugh,

She was broken already and the year wasn't even at half, 


The sparkle in her eyes seemed to fade,

There's was nothing anyone can do to come to her aid, 

Everything was crumbling and falling down to her feet, 

This car was going off a cliff and all she could do is sit in the backseat, 


They got a call one night about the girls cousin, her best friend, 

A stolen church van brought her life to an end,

9 years old just as old as she, 

But their was never another day Alexis Silva would get to see, 


Everything hit her like a ton of bricks,

She feels as though this year has been thrown into a mix,

As she struggled to accept all that would be, 

She trudged though with the broken pieces of what could be and all she had seen,

But she made it through because here I am turning nineteen,




  • flumptydoodle

    I love the rhyming in this poem! You share your story through this and use some excellent terminology too!

    ~ I'm proud that you've made it through to almost 19 years of age, and I'm proud of you for writing this poem! Happy early birthday!

    Have a lovely day!

    - flumptydoodle

  • Bragee

    i love this heart felt story.
    unfortunate loss tho...


    Good Evening Victoria - ANGELA HERE (I share this site with my Fiance) Welcome to MPS - it is an empathetic site - you will get some positive comments - OK. Im 31 and getting married in APRIL but like you I have been through some rough passages - death of Friends & Relations - bad relationships and finding the right Job. Im now a PHYSIOTHERAPIST and I love it. Fathers are very precious ! Mine is Spanish & very strict (I am living @ Home) but I love Him ! My Mother is English and also precious ! I was raised in ENGLAND. You have been through a lot and your *nine year old perspective* is very sad - it made me cry. You will find sharing this poem very cathartic - thanks for sharing. The structure of your Poem is very elegant. Five balanced Quatrains with rhyming couplets and a final Quintain with an awesome final couplet ! More Poems please !

    She trudged through with the broken pieces of what could be - and all she had seen
    But she made it through - because here I am turning NINETEEN - AMEN

    Blessings - Peace & Joy
    Love ANGELA 💛💛💛
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