She Who Loosens Her Grip

A dance between my week cards .....

I am the woman
who once held love
like a secret
clutched in both fists.

I thought safety
was in control.
That if I held tight enough,
nothing could leave.
Not them.
Not me.

The Four of Pentacles
wrapped around my chest
like armor.
Protection, yes—
but also a cage
made of fear.

Then came The Lovers.
Not just a person,
but a mirror.
An invitation
to choose
with my whole self.
To open
even if it trembled.

They didn’t ask me
to let go—
they showed me
what was possible
if I did.

And so,
finger by finger,
I loosened.
Not all at once.
Not without ache.
But with devotion.

Because love
is not possession.
It is presence.

Because connection
asks not for control—
but for trust.

I am the woman
who no longer clutches.
Who loves
with open hands.
Who risks softness
for something
more alive.

She who chooses love
without losing herself.
She who knows
what is real
never needs
to be gripped.

Simona 🌬️🦋

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