VIII of Cups Spell
Broken cups up on a shelf
sit in a shatter
like they no longer matter.
Old dreams drop onto the floor
as if they hold no more
wealth.
There's nothing here for me anymore.
I tried so hard to impress
when all I needed was love.
The only thing that could redress
the wrongs was the letting of the blood.
What a mess!
Almost everything.
Almost perfect.
Almost the best...
only got me thinking my value was a test.
You lost me from my first word spoken
and from that utterance I became a token,
something to entertain, to provide pleasure
when all I should have been was an unmeasured treasure.
Second place is okay with me
if it means I can leave.
Number one doesn't seem fun
when you're the punchline of the pun.
Release me from this house of horror
so I may be my life's explorer.
I always tried to run away
but someone made me stay.
Baby sister,
get away
from Mr.!
And Mrs. isn't that nice.
I always picked flee, not fight
until it just wasn't right.
Sometimes sobering up
is the strongest thing to do
when drinking in this poisoned pub
would kill me through and through.
It doesn't matter how much fun we used to have together
if the bonds that bind us are made from toxic leather.
Each cup that is given keeps on getting worse.
Each swallow that is suffered brings about another curse.
Glassy spikes poke
onto my mouth and throat.
The liquid is molten hatred,
too harsh a drink for such a gentle goat.
I opened the window to see if something can save me
and the promise of something better came through for me.
My own family!
One made by me.
It wrapped around me like a pretty bow
and it felt safe when it didn't let go.
The wish of something I could build myself
gave me the strength I needed to find my health.
Hello, love, you're there after all
just not in this haunted hall.
Goodbye, old house and all who reside.
Hopefully, I don't see you on the other side.
Bouncing up and out of here
is the only choice that is clear.
Goodbye, old life that doesn't serve me
and hello, new world that deserves me.
Hello, love, you’re there after all
just not in this haunted hall.
BROKEN DREAMS, AN ENDING, RELEASE WITH LOVE
Eights signify action, mastery, and cycles. The VIII of Cups is a card of big change, a fast change which always comes with a bit of pain. You understand that the place you’re living right now doesn’t work anymore so you’ve got to leave it all behind. It’s hard to leave a place of comfort even if terrible stuff happened here. Maybe that makes the moving on even harder. Realizing that some of your dreams and aspirations didn’t work out is all part of the process. You rarely can figure out what works before you know what doesn’t. Will you really miss much of this pile of glass, blood, and tears? After you’ve felt all the feelings associated with this big transition, you’ll be able to release the memories with tenderness and leave with lightness. You don’t need to look back in regret. Have the willpower and mastery of the number eight with you when you go. There’s not really anything you need from this room. You’re on your way to a whole new one, a zone that fits your aesthetic more. Fly up and away out of this window to a place that’s even more accepting of you.
Eight’s Insight: You know deep-down that the only place for you is anywhere but here, but you keep lingering, waiting for things to get better, be different, to change on their own, somehow. But, they won’t. There’s too much stuff that happened in this room for anything new to even shine. You can clean the blood off the walls, scrub the floors down, spackle in the holes and prime it all up and paint it; but, it’s too small, too ill-fitting. It’s just not you anymore. Maybe it never really was. You don’t belong here and that’s okay. Think of the good times you spent in this place but don’t get stuck thinking that you’ll ever get back there. The bad outweighs the positive in this scenario. It might seem easier to just clean up this space and try again, but even bleach can’t clean this mess up.