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