it's natural to not believe in dawn when twilight
swallows you whole
but peace glistens as day breaks
and hope douses your brow
leaving you surprised
you didn't think you believed in daylight anymore
but it rises even when you resist its existence, presence,
persistence
it never stops nagging you
like a younger sibling whose naivety teaches you more
than you ever expected
you thought you knew it all
you thought life tasted like rinds and old coffee and stale memories
of crying on the scratchy carpet
cheek immune to all touch but the rough fibers scraping
and insides resistant to resilience
morning an impossibility and light an unwelcome taunt
there is an end to your night
even if there are no stars to keep you going
trust me
there is an end
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