A Shot in the Light
Bam, bam, snap. Pop!
Everything has just stopped, over.
Blood runs, screams abound, ears are ringing from that one sound.
That sound...what was it?
Despair, sadness, loneliness, depression.
No one thought it possible, no one thought it sane.
On this day, everyone knew his name.
He’s gone now and took more with him, all because no one knew what was hiding within.
A soul crying out, that’s what he was.
But no one heard him and it was a tragic end.
Those were kids with so much light, a small candle glowing bright.
If only someone had stoked the flame, instead of allowing it to be snuffed.
That is what I want.
I want to be able to see a person whose light may be withering, because I want to make it roar.
I want to be someone that can stop a tragedy and make it a lesson to learn from.
To help and ease hurt, that is what I want to be.
This is the path I choose to walk.
I will help those around me.
Those that think they can't be seen, I will show them they are real to me.
The people who are lost and crying out for help. I want to be the one to answer that call.
A shrink, a counselor, a therapist, whatever you want to name it.
That’s what I want to be, but really I’ll just be a friend.
A friend you talk to and confide in, one you can trust.
Tell me your secrets, they’ll stay locked in the vault.
That is what I want, to be that light in the dark for those drowning in it.
I will help those with their candle unlit because in life one can never quit.
I’ll be the coach, the friend, the counselor and all.
I will catch you before you fall.
This is my passion with my whole heart.
I want to help people before it’s too late to restart.
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Kennaah Martin, a 17 year old avid reader with a fiery passion for writing, who enjoys watching TV, eating Chinese food, and studying the ways of the most gorgeous character ever to be created in a book series: Jace Wayland, the Shadowhunter whose brilliant sarcasm is unmatched in every sense of the word. She, Kennaah, not the character, lives in a place of fantasy, feeling the thrill of seeing everything through the lenses of discovery, while at the same time being a citizen of reality. The world this girl inhabits is seen through two different views in her eyes; the first side being the world of the real, the other side being a universe where the unknown things lurk, waiting to be noticed. In the physical plane she is constantly in the world of fact, though at every opportunity she boarders the line between the two, to get a feel for the unknown in its many forms. To say Kennaah is strange is like saying a black hole is deep, when a black hole is a bottomless pit of dark nothingness - the strangeness of this girl knows no bounds. The voices in her head constantly vie for her attention, begging to be noticed and made alive within the pages of her novels. Some may call this condition schizophrenia, but she calls it creativity. Her imagination is beyond the stratosphere in a galaxy all its own. Some might think that living two opposing tides would be challenging and difficult, but what it really seems to do is snap everything into razor sharp focus as well as reveal the fact that life is not only black and white, but contains multiple shades of gray. Kennaah Martin is one girl who will not soon forget this lesson and is very proud to say that she still continues to learn it.
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