Dawn is Breaking

Dawn is breaking.
But is it a welcomed day?
Or is it one long dreaded?

Dawn is complex.
It beckons as a siren or an angel.
It is one or the other, never both.

Dawn is unavoidable
Each day becomes night,
Night, day again
It is unbreakable, unwavering, uncompromising

Dawn is cruel.
It arrives swift for those who fear it
And crawls towards those who beg for its relief.

Dawn has come.
Not quick, not slow, but steady.
I know not whether I fear or pray for it.
All I know is that it's here.
I must make my peace with that.