I call upon the EARTH,
the kingdom of the deep.
Where ancient roots remember
every secret that I keep.
Hold my shaking spirit,
when the night is cold and rough.
Teach me quiet strength again.
Remind me I am enough.
I call upon the AIR,
the wanderer of the skies.
Speak through silent currents
that awakens inner eyes.
Let soft winds guard
the tender parts I hide,
and every breath remind me
that I am safe inside.
I call upon the FIRE,
the ember in my chest.
Burn the quiet curses
that once told me I was less.
Let courage rise within me
when my fears begin to roar
for I am forged in darkness,
brighter and stronger than before.
I call upon the WATER,
the tide that heals the past.
Wash away the wounds
that I believed would always last.
Carry me to stillness
where my scattered pieces meet,
and shape me into something whole,
deliberate and complete.
