Six of Cups

(Photo from Voyager Tarot)

Time for the flow.
Unloose the pent up from inside my clamped-together jaws. . .
my once dead eyes. . .
my pretending heart.
Overturn my jar and pour out my insides.
Open the floodgates and free me.
Let me roar. . .
pour. . .
soar. . . .

where I will.

There’s no longer any part of me worth “fixing” or “making right”.
It’s all been let go of.

Open me up and dump me over the edge.
I’m much too far gone now to recover.

Emptied,

dried up and broken apart

a container, ready to be filled up again.
Or to remain empty.


Either works for me.