The Gift of Yourself

Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching 

Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking. They tell my story, they lived my days: of teary-eyed nights but persistent days,

spent studying, searching, for the ones who helped me see,

the grades I could earn, the future I could have, the person I could be.

Smile wide, quite surprised, by the things I can achieve.

Before them, my new friends, I would have never dreamed,

of the goals I have now, to heal animals, to save.

Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching towards something who needs me. 

Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking passionately about who I am and what I want to do. 

Who I am, is thanks to friends like you. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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