Eight of Swords…

The silence you have been honoring was once a sanctuary, but it is beginning to echo like the bars of a gilded cage. You have perched with remarkable patience, believing the right wind would arrive on its own, yet your wings have started to forget the feeling of open skies. The cage is not locked by iron alone—it is woven from hesitation, fear of choosing the wrong horizon, and the belief that waiting is safer than flight. Spirit whispers that the door has never been as tightly sealed as it appears; only your gaze has remained fixed on the bars instead of the opening. The bird within you was never meant to measure life by the passing of seasons from behind delicate prison walls. When you remember that your wings were fashioned for movement, not captivity, the cage will reveal itself as an illusion that cannot contain a soul ready to rise.

"What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?" - Eric Hanson

The Eight of Swords