Four of Pentacles

Black ribbon

frayed at the ends

tied so sweetly

around a parcel

sealed with wax

it's nothing to one person

or another

but my whole world

lies in this package.

This is the moment I realize

I can't open it

because my whole world

lies in this package.

Something so tangible

and easy to lose

should not be my source of life

should not be my joy and pride.

So I wait to open it

until a day

when my life isn't tied up

by a fraying piece of black ribbon

held in place with a wax seal