Rise UpA Story by Kathryn SmithIf I was a bird I could fly Far Far Far Y a w A
If the river dries My heart won't beat right anymore In my small town there was a shooting. Right by our school. Apparently a drug dealing went wrong. And now a boy who used to be in a class with me... A boy who once smiled at me.. Is brain dead, about to be taken off life support. My town is shocked. But I am not. Violence with guns is out of control. Mix it with drugs and it was bound to happen sooner or later.
The world around me keeps getting darker and darker. And I am desperately trying to keep my sunny light. But sometimes positivity is not appreciated. What is going to happen to us? The shooter is still on the loose. He or she could be anywhere. No one knows who did this. I sent messages to loved ones today, telling them what happened. I'll be fine, I know I will... But you just never truly know. There have been too many robbers. Too many robbers that have stolen lives. I want to see my world change. Yet I must be the change I wish to see in the world. (Thanks Gandhi!) But how am I going to begin? Keep pressing on of course. We're all here for a reason...and perhaps some of us will make the world a better place. Even if we end up in hell and a war torn universe. I will rise up and live my life. It's my only choice. © 2016 Kathryn SmithAuthor's Note
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