Sunrise

We are constantly withering away every night just to rise again in the morning and brush the ashes off our shoulders. The world is cold at night. Thoughts are unforgiving. Mistakes are made and regrets plague our minds with the venomous sting of apprehension. But as the dull warmth of sleep creeps in, the fire of dawn comes like a new beginning, a blank slate. I am no longer who I was yesterday, a scared shell afraid of my own shadow. I am older now, and I am ready to make better mistakes. We are not weak because of the things we allow ourselves to feel. We are strong because we were brave enough to live through them, to fall and then rise again from our ruins and let the fire mold us into something cleaner, something a little more beautiful than before. So everyday I live life until I am weary, collapse into myself, and wait for the sunrise.