|Photo by Maria Sardari|
Crisp, dry, rumpled autumn foliage served as a buttress to buffer her stance.
She stood there for hours, shuffling feet in rustling sounds.
But there was no way out.
Hours transitioned into weeks.
Weeks into habits.
Tight fishnet ropes of her limited mind left blue bruised criss-cross clots on limp ivory arms.
Thoughts that dressed in soldier clothes came rushing in from eight directions. They barricaded her from all sides and punctured the earth with shining silver switchblades. Standing in unity they threatened to pierce her hopes for change.
She glanced at them with fear-stricken eyes, almost resigning to her destiny.
But her Wheel of Fortune was at arm's reach, waiting for a fleety spin.
Pulling herself up she propped her feet on the ground choosing to fight and conquer self worth. With little strength and a lot of courage she commanded the mind: “Let’s wage war on the soldiers of YouCannot.”
Cannon balls of fire flew with that decision. Fears were bludgeoned. Insecurities were stabbed. Determination and will power gave a tough fight. White flags were raised. The battle was over.
While unravelling the last few strands that bound her wrists, she looked around to confront a hidden enemy if she must.
There was nothing left of the Eight of Swords.
* For 3WW
** For the love of Tarot.
*** Photo Credit: Maria Sardari