The Boy Who Learned His Name

He carried the weight of a love once lost,
a heart still tender, counting the cost.
The past returned, not for love’s embrace,
but for a friend and a familiar face.

The Magician called with a clever hand,
yet left him empty, adrift on the sand.
The Hermit whispered: “Keep your space,
your light is found in a quieter place.”

Yet in the distance, a fire drew near,
a Knight with passion, bold and clear.
The Ace of Swords cut through the haze,
a truth-born dawn, a brand new phase.

Still cautious, he stood at the gates of choice,
the Lovers beckoned with tender voice.
Not only passion, but values aligned,
would prove the worth of the one inclined.

The Father of Wands within him stirred,
a leader’s strength, a sovereign word.
No longer yearning to be made whole,
but steady, master of his own soul.

He asked when freedom from grief would come,
the Daughter of Cups sang soft with a hum:
“When wonder returns, when you play again,
the heart will awaken, the hurt will wane.”

The Sun broke through his guarded sky,
a warmth that taught him how to try.
No longer bound by shadows past,
but lit by a hope that was built to last.

So he walked with wisdom, steady and slow,
choosing with care which path to go.
The future, bright with untested flame,
awaited the boy who had learned his name.