My Tarot Path – A Poem

The card I choose first

out of any deck is

Strength.

As I study the scene

that usually contains a woman

taming a lion who is the symbol

of all that she fears,

I reflect upon everything

that I’ve had to do

in hopes that I could end up here,

the force that I’ve had to use,

calling it awake from its slumber.

The next card I pull is the

Ace of Wands.

This is my creative side,

the part of me that creates

when it is the only way

to understand the world,

and to use my voice to create,

letting my spirit find its way in a world

that it doesn’t understand.

The fire is warm around me  and when I realize

that the flame comes from me,

they burn brigher.

I find my way through

the deck of cards that are like windows

into who I am and who I wish to be.

The Ace of Swords

finds its way into my hands

from the pile of cards and as I stare

at the Sword slicing through the darkness,

bringing with it the light that shines,

a soft breeze fills the room.

I know that this wind will give

the clarity that I seek,

breaking through all of the noise

and constant chatter inside my head.

In the quiet, my words can come to me,

the ink twin of the flame from within.

I know that even when I can’t see what is coming,

my cards will tell me where I’ve been

so that I can find a clear path forward

to who I’m going to be.