"Tarot" by Mikayla M. Moore
I wake up and try to find
the glass my alter life floats in
Flying through the items of my room
I find only pieces
My heart chipped in photos
self-worth in stained mirrors
My empathy in the tune of speakers鈥�
Low whispers giving me advice
I鈥檓 so reluctant to take
I blink slow, look again鈥�
build with these pieces,
walls form each quarter of my heart
And this roof, built from my worth鈥�
Trying to be sturdy
Listen to the tune of my emotion鈥�
Give me a reading, gypsy lady