If I Was a Tarot Card (Knight of Swords)

Knight of Swords – Spiritus Solis Tarot
If I was a tarot card
The Knight of Swords it would be
Even my name, Gladys
Is reminiscent of the gladius blade

The knight and I are of quick wit
Sharp tongue
And posses a low tolerance for stupidity
We have something to say
And you must listen now or miss it
To your own detriment

The truth is our shield
Logic our blade
We understand the time is now
And no one and nothing will
Stop our message

Some may think us 
Too blunt
Too cutting
Too opinionated
Too unfeeling
But that is because they do not
Understand the urgency

Carpe Diem my friends
The day is yours to lose
The opportunity of now 
Will not return again

-gws

Chapter Has Ended (8 of Cups)

Eight of Cups (8 of Cups) – Cozy Witch Tarot
What is
No longer serves me
I glance back over my shoulder
Setting this place and time
Into my memory to honor
The weight of this moment
This chapter has ended
Though I may be the only
One who knows it
I shoulder my bag
With deliberate movements
And a deep sigh
It’s time to find out
To discover
To move on and move forward
With a step
I let go of what was
And turn toward a path I know
Will be paved with the opportunity
For enlightenment and discovery

-gws

I Got This (2 of Pentacles)

Two of Pentacles (2 of Pentacles) – Lune de L’Univers Tarot
I got this
I can balance career and family
I got this
I can plan the birthday party
And bake for the PTA fundraiser
I got this
I can drop one kid at dance class
And drop the other at karate
I got this
I can cook dinner
And help with homework
But a little help once in a while
Would be nice

-gws

Hard Rain (10 of Swords)

Ten of Swords (10 of Swords) – Delusion Tarot
Tears paint salty paths down my cheeks
Blood rushes in my ears
Like the sound of hard rain beating down
Violent sobs convulse me
It is all I can do to breathe
I am immobilized by my devastation

Why me?
Why now?
Why this way?
Why at all?
What have I done to deserve this fate?

My life has walked off a cliff
And is now decimated on the sharp rocks
Espoused to the violent sea
There is no place lower than this
There is no pain deeper than this

I raise my face to the sky
It is painted in the softest, light-kissed pastels
Rays of the setting sun arch up from the horizon
The beauty delivers me from my inner torment
Long enough to remember this pain will not last forever
This trauma is not an end of me
But a door into a new beginning for me

I am reminded that to appreciate the beauty of the light
One must experience the depth of darkness
And when I'm ready
I shall emerge a new version of myself
Scarred and tender
But wiser and smarter for it

-gws