10 of Swords
The Healing After The Storm
For years now these blades have been lodged in my body
For eons now they’ve been soaking in my blood
Causing pain every time I moved
Causing discomfort every time I tried
Reminding me constantly
of the limitations placed into me
Reminding me constantly
of the dark storm I’m in
For years now these blades have been lodged in my body
For eons now they’ve been soaking in my blood
I can feel them start to soften
I can feel them start to rust
I’m reminded once again
of the sunshine beyond the clouds
I’m reminded once again
of the life beyond the sounds
For years now these blades have been lodged in my body
For eons now they’ve been soaking in my blood
It’s weird how one can be grateful for such pain
It’s weird how one can be grateful for such sorrow
Once it’s all said and done
You look back and it’s all one
Clump of experience
For years now these blades have been lodged in my body
For eons now they’ve been soaking in my blood
The rust causes cracking and breaking
My movements cause breaking and freeing
I can feel the blades disintegrating
I can feel my soul awakening
For tears now these blades are gone
For tears now my blood has run
The light reminds me of a new chapter
The cure reminds me of what’s possible
The light reminds me I’m safe again
The cure reminds me I was so strong then
The light reminds me how strong I’ve been
The cure reminds me of love
love
love
Icaro
Hi lovely! It feels good to be back writing and connecting with you.
How was Gemini season for you?
For me it was definitely banana splits crazy, but with a honking miraculous cherry on top. So at the end of it all I’m grateful.
It reminded me of the 10 of Swords, which inspired this poem. The storm passes, the metal rusts, and at the end of it we are weirdly grateful about how it all went down.
There must be a trace of masochist in all of us.
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