There is something so different and, strangely beautiful about beginnings For, they bring in hope, novelty, zeal and that profound urge to make it up after the last fall which almost had permanently wrecked and hampered my ship of self-esteem and legacy Just as the sun rises, radiating in glory no matter how dark the sky was at night It reigns and begin afresh everyday if not on the same page then another chapter There is a beginning to every ending Just as a sentence you begin after a full-stop even when it takes an eternity and all your sanity This poem is written as a part of National Poetry Writing Month in an association with APM Nation.