A Small Drop of Sunlight

A Small Drop of Sunlight

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Through all my years of being alive, not once have I fully felt comfortable spilling my life to a stranger. I withhold myself to remain drama and personal life free while making content, but this book has turned into a riddle of dairy entries. Here I open my heart to you, my dear reader, in hopes that you understand the metaphors and similes. My first poem in this book I wrote when I was 14. Weird huh? A 14-year-old talking about love as if they knew they found their soulmate in the darkness of life. I'm now 19 (as of 2026) and no longer with the person that poem was written for, but they remain a close friend of mine, same with their boyfriend. I'm still living life and haven't yet fully experienced the joys of living. I'm still young, and I'm still trying my best to be a better version of myself by the day.
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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