Shining
Brightly
In the
world
Gleaming
Glowing
On my
own
Sparkling
Dazzling
Beautiful
I wrote this poem last year, and it entirely expresses my positivity I somehow managed to always feel each and every day. But after the summer, I lost that positivity. Maybe it was because so many aspects of my life were changing: all my friends were driving and I would too, I became a junior, I had to start thinking about college, I started taking AP US History (which is equivalent to a college class, and I am no good at history!), I started actually going places and doing things with my friends, and on top of it all I started a new job. I had no time to daydream and write like when I was a sophomore. Once I became adjusted to my new schedule, the ideas began flowing back. I still don't have that same joy just to see the sky, and I'm still not aware of the little things in life like I used to be. Every once in a while I turn to this poem, and a hint of that old positivity flickers within me, and I faintly remember the wonderful feeling of being beautiful, even just on the inside.