DAWN

DAWN (escapril day 1)

The sun always rises
She is there each morning
Eyes peaking over the valley
Wrapping the hills in warmth
In hope

But some days, in the winter
She rises late,
Chooses to go early
Feeling sorry to leave
Everything
So cold

She is tired.

She says, "Tomorrow, I will not be back."
But there she is

With each night
That wraps her earth in darkness
Comes the despair
Failure.
Disappointment.
Guilt.

Hold on until morning.