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