Impact

A poem about a girl dying after falling through the ice.

My Note: read slowly

As she rose from the icy depths...
of the frozen cold water,
every step, every breath
was a thousand needles,
a thousand strikes of pain.

Step by step...
the weather got colder and colder,
the tiny snowflakes...
that were a usual glimpse of joy,
were nothing but stampedes of ice.

No one was here to save her.
No one to even care.
No tear would be shed on her account.
No daddy to come pick her up,
and say everything is going to be alright.
She was alone,
alone in a big cruel world

As she started to slow...
and her knees began to fall,
the one thought in her mind was...
why,
why here,
why now?

As that thought...
went though her mind,
she fell to the ground,
and closed her eyes;
it was over.

The pain, the sorrow,
all the feeling in the world...
over;
there was no sadness...
nor happiness,
not even a glimpse.

But one thing did remain;
it was the impact,
the difference,
made on the world,
by her.