By Ethan Berry

The promise of a sunrise
is wasted on the shallow promises
of nights before.
What we’ve been through hardly ever hurts as badly as what we put ourselves through.
We don’t have to spark up
at the break of dawn.
We don’t have to be like those bats
swarming around street lamps.
We don’t have to be what we are not.
We don’t have to hide who we are.
We just have to be.