I am acceptance, I am healing, I am ascendance.
The remains of flowing lava, I am shaped by my past; I help with accepting and overcoming grief.
I was born in a volcano, in a desert.
A relic of passion; blazing anger,
Look at my shape--can you see the lines?
I flow, like a river; like tears.
I was formed by the fiery trial I came from.
Cooled quickly, I am the shape of affliction.
The image of my own movement;
A symbol of learning from sorrow,
Of forging myself from my past.
I am sharp and durable--like grief,
I am a reality; sad, but gentle,
Beautiful and necessary.
I am acceptance. I am healing. I am ascendance.
I am Obsidian.