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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