A poem by Braiden Alaimo
Feeling the Sunshine, Spring 2020
An EHS Student Special Feature Publication
The sunlight crests the horizon;
a beam of warmth to my hand.
I am thus reminded,
we too can warm one’s darkest day
with a sunshine ray.
In the garden by Heather Kirkbride
I’ll bloom with beautiful colors
looking like other flowers in the garden
but with a pricking burden
I feel I am shadowed by peers and their clutters
However, I await the time their leaves pardon
in the garden, ill step into the sun
with the sun on my petals, I’ll be able to blossom
no longer stuck under the undergrowth
the others I no longer have to loathe
for stopping me from reaching the balsam
in the garden, I’ll step into the sun
they treat me like a weed
they act like I’m someone lesser
with words that become a depressor
something starting to impede
in the garden, I’ll step into the sun
for I am a perennial, while you are an annual
and I will make it through.