The hanged man.

He stays stuck.

Stuck in his own ways unable to grasp the reality in which he needs to change.

Mind clouded with delusions and the question of what if.

Stuck in this mirage of fear and missed opportunities.

His body lies.

Stiff.

To be able to move on is the willingness to sacrifice.

He may be a good man but has always been too stubborn to take his own advice.

His advice to release.

Release past sorrow.

Once this is done new courage and strength will be gifted upon you in the sighting of a sparrow.

Soon you’ll find yourself excited by life

Always looking forward to tomorrow.

That day.

My hanged man.

I hope it will come soon.

For then the broken music you play will finally be in tune.