My Flood Light

July 3, 2018

For I found my passion and committed to it my life,
For I sacrificed great moments with no overwhelming strife.
The hours I pondered, dreamed, and envisioned my pride,
Made me feel more alive than any 2 A.M. party, or recital by night.
When discouraged, down, doubted, and tried,
I kept pressing on, guided by a passionate flood-light.
The fruits of my labor are now apparent to all,
Like a downfall of leaves in the brisk wind of fall.
I have left the world a better place,
And even feel like I’m just getting started and rounding first base.
For that flood-light is you and you are my hero,
Because I knew the chances you’d let me give up would be absolute zero.

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[email protected]Jul 3, 2018

<p>This poem is about the thrill of discovering what you are passionate about and created to accomplish. We all have a role in bettering the community in some way and the people who encourage us and do not let us fall short of our potential are our flood lights. Flood lights guide and give us hope to escape challenging situations in the same way mentors, friends, and family motivate to press on and be our best.</p>