I.
I sat on the floor before your altar.
Diana, Goddess of the Hunt—
I laid out my tarot half-haphazardly,
searching my heart for its question.

II.
He’d been gone weeks without a word.
This had happened many times before, over the years.
I tried to avoid asking Spirit anything that could hurt me.

I felt too vulnerable to receive.

III.
I’d just built your altar on a shelf.
You’d called to me through the moon
and through my need
to appreciate my own body.

IV.
I asked for the millionth time, Will he come back?
You threw the clay plate at my head—
it hit the fae’s home just right,
breaking into thirds.
Message received, loud and clear.
He’ll be back,
but not any different.
I felt your urging to review my choices.

V.
I carefully pieced the plate together on your altar,
lit the candle, refreshed your water,
prayed thank you and went to sleep
with the words in my heart:
I have to let go of him for good.

He showed up the next day,
and the cycle began again—
my heart broken on purpose,
because I could not seem to untangle from this lesson.
Now? I see he knew that too.

I learned this was the moment
I no longer needed the cards to speak with You or with energy.
That two realities can exist at once—
shadow and light, both true,
and growth is still possible even when all isn’t ideal— I can see in the dark—

no time wasted or lost.

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