Shot Poem by Shannon Hart

Staring down into a dark and scary hole
I reach for my chest because There's a story being told.
The story of my life flashing vigorously in front of me.
I tried to look away,
But it was the only thing I could see.
I heard someone yell, and then a Loud BANG.
Wait who is that? Do I know you? What's your name?
Nothing came back so it must've been nothing.
As I turned towards the light, I saw someone running.
Wait! Wait! Help me out of here! ! !
I yelled and I yelled, but no one could hear.
I cried and fell to my knees.
I didn't even see the body laying at my feet.
As I got closer to see who could it be,
They were my eyes staring back at me.
Get up, I said. What are you doing?
You have got to get up and start moving! !
It took me a while, but I finally did.
Shot in the face by stranger taught me to live.