My river of joy no longer flows so easily

Like before, when it nurtured my soul

So abundantly with rivulets of hope

Now it ebbs & wanes, receding with pain

Of loss, and shattered dreams

Leaving an empty, hollow bed of nothing

Cocooned in grief I will emerge again

More glorious and colourful than before

Rapids and waterfalls, creating a path

To run richly, sparkling through my veins

A transformation of elements to liquid gold

For I am an Alchemist, and I will prevail