Thank You for Not Being a Shooter

Tue, 11/14/2017 - 16:28 -- Emmy

Today I sat in the darkened kitchen

Convinced that a shooter was going to kill me

But in those moments

I realized what I loved

What I would miss

What I was truly grateful for



They held my hand

Told me to focus on squeezing

Keeping me from panic

As I buried my face in their chest



They patted my shoulder comfortingly

Showing me jokes on their phone

Trying to keep my mind off my panic

And to make me laugh



She was in a different classroom

I had only just come home

What would my mother do if I died?

What would I do if she did?



She wasn’t there

Probably safe at home

She had my friend for eleven years

How would she handle it if I was killed?



I didn’t know where he was

Or if he was okay

He was too young to die

This freshman whom I took under my wing



They let us out after an hour

Turns out it was some hunter too close to the school

But I’m thankful for that.

I’m thankful that my friends, family, and I are all still okay.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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