The winds of change blow through my hair a simple remainnissance
Like the memory of human touch on soft skin
Like the compiled guilt of sin
Surrounded by expectations and failed attempts

The chapter cannot be ended without lifting the quill
Such a fire like this cannot be started without the tense wood
The light cannot turn on without a thousand tries
And even a suicide cannot occur without a craving to die

This is not a white flag nor a
It is rekindling what was once lit
Putting my skills to the test
Because change cannot happen for those who do not persist