Street lights guide me back home

where I decide to let my guard

down for once. I walk through

the front door and come face

to face with merciful grace.

Longing to experience joy,

I destroy this toy so called

anger of mine. Fragile and

unpredictable, life is too

short for me not to embrace

it. Old childish innocence,

making a birthday wish puts

a big smile upon my face. My

family, these people can't live

without me. Kindhearted, I

give them many reasons to

be thankful and survive through

each day. Created from dust, trust

is what faith is made up of. We share

so much history that we will never let

the fairytale just die in silence. Silly,

we will stay a family all the way from

America to Italy. Gigantic, these pure

hearts of gold are as large as the Titanic

and provide for me nurture every hour.

Loved and blessed, I feel beautiful inside

out because I am a product of my parents'

labor of love. Everlasting, this sacred covenant

doesn't make me feel as small and invincible

as an ant. Unbroken, my bleeding open heart

is never abandon or forsaken by its counterparts.

Clear as day, support comes in the form of

encouragement promising love will never be

out of reach and touch. Never too far away to

receive a blessing, I have a constant need to

pray and plant a seed of hope in someone else' life.