The Magician

Creation and destruction are the pillars that hold up our world. We each have these seeds within us to create and to destroy. These thoughts went through my head as anger roiled inside me.

I held the bright silver scissors tightly in one hand. The tapestry created from thousands of careful stitches and prayers held in the other hand,

Months of pin pricked fingers, painfully hunched back and tired eyes. Finally finished to be told it was not good enough, to unpick it and start again.

The scissors flashed in the candle light, the tapestry fell to the ground in shreds. What I create is mine to destroy. And prayers turn into curses.