Tarot & Divination
Poetry inspired by tarot, oracle cards, intuition, fate, and the unseen threads that guide our lives. Each poem explores the symbolism and stories hidden within the cards.
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After sunset, the brave face comes off and loneliness settles beside the cold cup, asking to be felt instead of outrun.
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The deck never predicted the future; it simply kept refusing to let her lie about the present.
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A worn deck becomes less about prophecy than permission—to rest, leave, grieve, become, and trust her own choices.
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A jar left beneath the full moon looks unchanged by morning, yet somehow carries enough light to make transformation feel possible.
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Strength does not always look like taming a lion; sometimes it has four small hands reminding a mother why she keeps going.
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The questions changed from who will love me to what part of myself I buried, and suddenly the cards became kinder.
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Justice may still be face down in the deck, but hope needs somewhere to rest while court dates keep living in the body.
Between Bruises & Blooms 