Sunshine by Design

By Danielle Mallett

All of these poems are personal stories about learning to accept the emotional highs and lows life brings. Acceptance isn't always easy, but with persistent light and love anything is possible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Mallett
• Release date: Aug 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780999191729

Danielle Mallett

Danielle Mallett is a Functional Movement Coach, Novelist, and Poet. She has holistically healed herself from chronic head and neck pain after surviving a traumatic head injury and years of depression. Through her own healing and life lessons, she shares indispensable knowledge with those in need of healing. Danielle holds her B.A. in Writing and Literature with a minor in Yoga. She is a certified Yoga Instructor through It’s Yoga and YogaWorks. She’s also a certified NASM Personal Trainer, a California certified Massage & CranioSacral Therapist, and a certified Foundation Training instructor. When Danielle isn’t writing books she is coaching clients to get stronger, more flexible, and to feel better.

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Sunshine

by

Design

Other Books by Danielle Mallett

Fiction

Take Me Away with You

Sunshine

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Design

Poems

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Danielle Mallett

Copyright © 2019 by Danielle Mallett

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except int he case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Printed in the United States of America—First Edition

ISBN 978-0-9991917-2-9

Edited by Oscar Uribe

Visit us online at:

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Dedicated to

Kristie Gale Mallett

Contents

Reflection

Dear Clarity,

What Happens When You Die

Anger

This Seed

This Body

This Poem

Impressions

Click

What’s a Dyke?

Las Vegas

Lysol

A Cloak

Rise

Privilege

A Vow

Dear Cynical Cindy,

You Win

Five reasons why Sigmund Freud’s theory on penis envy isn’t a real thing for this woman

Equals

Nine things not to do on or after our first date.

Shine

Show Me Healthy

Sunshine

Focused Attention

Editing

Here Together

A New Day

Prayer

Love

Reflection

Dear Clarity,

You are my new best friend, and here’s why:

• Your sweet words cut through the noise, shine warm beams of light into all my cells, and silence doubt.

• You are the lotus flower growing out of the swampy pond.

• You dance with me and remind me to play by helping me avoid situations that will cause harm.

• Without you, this poetry book, Sunshine by Design would not exist.

• You’re sexy and you make me feel powerful.

• You restore my vision and open my eyes to the truth, that my depression is rooted in being human—and maybe caused by my head injuries, and maybe by my past, but one hundred percent in being human—and feeling connected to all beings everywhere.

• You remind me with sweetness that running water is a gift. Clean water is a gift. I am abundant in the daily use of flowing water.

• You remind me I’m not afraid to see problems. I don’t need to pretend they aren’t there.

• You remind me my problems are valid and, also, most of them can be worked through with a pen and paper.

• You led me to the organization Charity Water and to the book Thirst.

• You told me to sell all of my books for zero profit, for all of 2019 and maybe longer, to give to The Spring at Charity Water, and to figure out how to keep giving and growing from there.

• Also, Charity rhymes with Clarity.

So, thank you, Clarity, my best friend, for always being there when I need you, especially over these last two years.

Love Always,

Danielle Mallett

What Happens When You Die

The day of my mother’s funeral was bright.

It was my first time in a church, that I could remember.

The priest was talking about Jesus,

and the light was shining through the colorful window art.

Everybody was crying, weeping, and saying things like,

"That poor girl.

She’s so young."

I had this sense they were all crying for me.

Replacing my tears with theirs.

Their bodies cracked under the pressure of my smile.

One of my mom’s friends had