It's lovely,
the dawn.
The beginning of a new day.
A fresh start to an otherwise stained existence.
It's poetic,
how the rays of fleeting sunlight filter through dark clouds, dyeing the sky pink and orange, while the last flickering of night still lingers at the opposite side of the horizon, the moon still peeking out;
Almost like yin and yang;
good to bad;
a light to the dark.
And, while the light pervades my vision for a while, the dark always comes back again;
creeping.
Peering.
Looking for kinks in my armour, for the cracks to leak through that it has corroded in my walls over time.
It's lovely,
the dawn.
Because it takes away the hurt.
The beginning of a new day.
