I wrote this poem when I was either 13 or 14, and it was published in the Brio magazine the following year (when I was 15). I thought I should end the poetry series with a poem that changed the trajectory of not only my writing career, but possibly my life.
The glint of sun as bright as day,
seeps within the morning gray;
as the shadows peek above the sky,
a lonely bird flys up high;
as the mist begins to break away,
a lonely band begins to play;
as the sun begins to show its face,
a newborn day takes its place.
EMILY DICKINSON 