Lighting the Path
cracked but not entirely broken
the metaphor slowly personified
candle wax dripped from the wick
musk varnished tentative seepage
in tea leaves she trusted for courage
porcelain sheltered hope and destiny
well versed in disaster and belief
she held a cupful of promises
trials tribulations infusions
life had been a precarious pendulum
thresholds turning points stagnation
when the fulcrum captured returns
a procession of mindful surrender
shared patina of defeat and resolve
three Tarot cards embraced her fate
the Hangman depicted her past
turned into a Hermit of shadows
predicted the future in Judgement
faith in the oracle sustained her soul
her weary bones creaked and rattled to
sounds of wisdom and imminent doubts
cracks are where the light gets in
and focus grows under pressure
when kindness appears on the scene
04th July 2020
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