I want to be graceful and fearless,

Change into my true form like all the rest.

Smoothly change and grow,

As delicate and cleanly as snow.

I can practice until the ice runs red,

But my claws and teeth crash instead.

My body is so sore and tired from trying,

Everyone else does it without crying.

It’s frustrating to see the whole pack,

Gaining so easily what I lack.

My wolf can survive the artic cold,

All I want is beauty and grace,

A gentle transformation of souls,

My moon filled fantasy clear on my face…