The Gift of Guidance (An Acrostic Poem)
Great are the flames that keep the darkness at bay
Undeserving of its warmth, but still taking advantage
Ignorant to the pain that doesn’t come my way
Deserving much less than I receive
Almost like a gift that is never appreciated
Never fully understanding the importance until it matters most
Constantly reminded of what could have awaited
Ever grateful of the generous gift that shaped me into the person I am today
This poem is about:
My family
My community
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