The First Dawn

The First Dawn The first dawn of the year broke like a whisper, Soft gold spilling over the sleeping sky, A quiet promise written in light— That endings are not final, And every night is meant to be crossed.

 I watched the sun rise with a steady calm, As if the world itself took a gentle breath, And said, You survived. You are still here. The air felt new, As if hope had been freshly painted on the clouds.

 This sunrise carried a strange comfort— Not loud or dramatic, But warm and steady, Like a familiar hand on my shoulder, Saying, Begin again. It’s okay to restart.

 The old year’s weight loosened its grip, Not erased, but softened, Turning into lessons and quiet strength, And the light made me feel That I could become someone new.

 So I stood there, alive and unbroken, Watching the first rays touch the earth, Feeling the gentle vibration of a new beginning— A fresh emotion, a new vibe, A simple truth: I am still here, and I will keep rising.