Darkness envelops the room. As she sits wide awake unable to close her eyes. Will the new day come? Where I am new to start fresh. Become something more than who I am in this moment. Fear grips her deep, like a hand grasping at her heart. Not allowing it to beat. Grasping her lungs not allowing a deep breath.

Then, she sees a distant glow. Coming low from the East. Is it the sun? The new day, the new me? She craves that new beginning. Betting her life on it. It grows brighter by the minute until hope arises. Like everyday, the dawn still rises, slowly, stubbornly.