My tears are prayers, and who I am becoming

Is witnessed by the moon, a potent black rose.

Each drop a solar crystal, sweetly humming

The melody of change, now yielding joy.

A carnelian of bold, shining, burning shame

Into creative fire, embracing honor.

A merchant's stone symphony starts to play,

Unfurling wealth where poor health used to reign.

Hardships recede, a dawning leadership

Invites the bold, warm future time will bring.

With every breath, new strength begins to sprout,

Dispelling fear, escaping every lock.

A sunstone reawakened, light pours in,

A story of becoming truly real.