Shards…
Note: Was written in July 2024... Apologies for the delay. I wear a maskA mask to hide all the pain insideThe fear creeping beneath the skin While my wings are spread out and ready to flyThe fear of tomorrow stops The dreams from coming Staring down instead of staring upLike the five of cups of tarotNot seeing what's in front meThe possibilities, opportunitiesWithin all these shards of glassBut which shard is the right way to go