When I was a small child in a teen body it was hard for me.

I use to cry everynight it was hard for me.

Everyday was hard for me until God sent a heavenly light just for me.

The light shined on me so bright it almost felt like I couldn't see.

He was my light that helped me, used his light just for me.

He taught how to love just me,how to be just me.

That light was here from the beinning to the now sweet bitter ending.

Now that I'm growing up it's not so sweet and tender for me.

I'm having to grow up with that light the light that was there for me.

When I felt like I had no one that was here for me, the light that showed me the was of 

poetry.

Sometimes I go through the motions thinking about me leaving the light that guide me.

That light is the reason why I write deep poetry, I never wrote on how I felt in my past poetry.

Sometimes it hurts leaving me being selfish over the light who guide me, thinking will

I never get to see that light again the one who has helped me.

But I start to rationalize thinking  how I could leave some poetry for my light to always read,

just in case we can't meet just in case I leave for anything.

I'm always torned that I never say thank you but I'm put it in this poem not for him but for me.

So I always rember that I'm thankful for him being my light during those dark days.

I could never thank him as much as he has helped me, He could have just passed me never giving me the time of day

but he did that's why i'm so very thankful.

And when I leave I hope some of his light carrys with me just so I know I can always be me.

Mr.DennMark I want to thank you for being yourself and letting me be me. This year is our last together and the joureny hasn't been easy.

My last wish before I leave for my future is to find someone like me someone that is hurt inside so deeply.

And shine your light so they can see.

 Thank You Mr.DennMark,

From Jeurden Salaam who will always be able to see because you helped me.