the sun promises to keep rising; tomorrow is not promised, but still every morning you wake is a new day.

no matter how hopeless we feel at this moment, 

the night sky, inky black, moon and stars hidden away 

every golden sunrise holds the glowing promise of a new day.

though I’ve always been afraid of change,

the sun has always remained the same;

as it rises, the sky is painted 

in hues of pink and orange 

and streaks of light and hope

the sun that has seen the world turn, time and time again

through blood spilled and through hardship

will continue to rise again, 

It will not be stopped, day after day, 

The rays of light will dry up the tears of salt on your face

so as dawn quietly approaches and 

sunlight begins to spill across the land,

just as the sun rises from the darkness

I wonder; if maybe one day, 

I too, can be like the sun, 

unabashedly able to shine through uncertainty,

and able to trust, that each new day

the light will return, 

no matter how dark the night may seem.

—

By S.S.

I wrote this poem inspired by the new beginnings theme, and I thought that during difficult times like this, where the day just seems to be getting darker and darker, the most reassuring thing to me personally is the promise of a new day. Today is not the end of the world, and yet tomorrow is not promised. But every day that you wake up is a new day. A day where there is still hope. You can still choose to change things, to persist and to resist. That was my goal here, to give the audience something to hope for. Beginnings are scary, but beginnings are hopeful. Nothing will last forever, and maybe that is the most reassuring thing.