To Clarify: 9 of Wands
4/9/2022
Your battles have always given you character, and
the wands around you act as a fortress, guard the
weary skeleton of you, treading, shoelaces untied,
up the cobblestone walkway to my bedroom
where you lay your head, incorporeal, against
the pillow, voice gravely, hoarse from the screaming,
lost but for the touch of a palm against your
hairline, my fingers pull softly, word your name,
a quick syllable, candle splutters out,

when I lit it, I whispered your name three times,
summoned you to me, hands in pockets, head lowered,

this tiny room, warded by wands, is a sanctuary, and
alone in the dark you remember why you always
come back to me.