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78 cards

Today I was your hope
in paper and ink
78 cards of pick-your-own-destiny
that somehow reach in
to the tangled depth of you
and make sense of this mad life

I wish I was like you
I wish the cards broke me down
in positive ways that makes
the darkness look like dawn

But I'm not you
I lost the fight to my inner cynic
years ago
and it hurts too much
to claw my way back to faith
than it does to smile and lie
and pretend that I believe
in pretty pictures
printed on cardstock

Today I was your hope
in paper and ink
78 cards of pick-your-own-destiny
and I don't think it matters
whether or not I believe what I read
if I'm the bridge to the breath of hope
in these dark times

Some days hope
is too hard to come by
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published
Author's Note
So I've been reading Tarot and Oracle cards since I was 17. I'm not sure I'm a believer anymore, but they've bought me hope in some of my darkest times. Today one of my friends reached out and asked for a reading, and despite today being a bad day for me, I couldn't deny giving her some much needed hope. Sometimes a flame is enough to change the course of our live, regardless of whether or not it's real.
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