January’s Quiet Lies

The New Year laughs at me, naming all the ways I want to change
As if a calendar's turn could make me someone new
As if by tearing off these scabs, I could force the wounds to heal
Except when a scab is picked, the wound beneath revealed, not healed
Begins to bleed
And only time can turn a wound into a scar
And only scars remain of old mistakes
But still, I am what I have done
And so, what right have I to think that I could change?

Still, dawn will come, indifferent to how long I stay awake
And it will whisper promises that only time will break
And when it looks as if there's hope, after all, that life renews
Then one by one I'll cross the days, while fragile hope concealed
Gives birth to faith
And only time will tell if I can grow
And only I believe that this time's not the same
But still, I carry who I was
A snake can shed her skin, but still, a snake remains