The Lighthouse
The lighthouse in my life
Not seen every day but still ever present
There was a glow to her, that glow became my guide
It guided me through tests, through tribulations
And even through graduation
It was safehouse for me
I ran to it when I was anxious, upset, and even when I was happy
It has been a steadfast structure
Never faltering, always secure
The lighthouse was so compelling that I wanted to build my own
I wanted to guide other's paths because mine had been lit so well
I will forever be grateful for my lighthouse, my counselor.
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