The Zodiac, Which Are You

The Zodiac, Which Are You

Aries comes in like a thought you act on too fast,

Heat in the chest, shoes already by the door.

There is no patience in the first flame,

Only the need to begin, and begin again.

Taurus knows the comfort of staying,

Hands resting on what has already been earned.

Loyalty grows quietly here,

Like grass that survives being stepped on.

Gemini speaks before silence gets heavy,

Words lifting, changing shape mid air.

Some days the mind feels split open,

Other days it feels beautifully full.

Cancer remembers things others forget,

The way a room felt, not just what was said.

Love here can ache without warning,

Like the moon pulling at water you cannot see.

Leo wants to be seen, and why not,

There is warmth in standing in the light.

Pride is not always loud,

Sometimes it is simply refusing to shrink.

Virgo notices what no one thanks them for,

The quiet fixes, the careful pauses.

There is devotion in that attention,

Even when it costs sleep.

Libra feels the weight of choosing,

Knowing balance rarely comes cleanly.

Beauty matters because it heals,

Not because it is perfect.

Scorpio does not skim the surface,

Depth feels safer than pretending.

Trust is earned slowly here,

And once given, it is fierce.

Sagittarius looks past the present moment,

Wondering what waits beyond it.

Freedom is not escape,

It is honesty without fear.

Capricorn carries more than they admit,

Climbing because stopping feels worse.

Strength shows up early here,

Even when childhood ends too soon.

Aquarius thinks differently,

Not to be difficult, but because they must.

Hope lives in strange places,

Usually ahead of its time.

Pisces feels everything at once,

The joy, the loss, the things unnamed.

Dreams spill into waking life,

And sometimes that hurts, sometimes it heals.

Quiet stars do not rush us,

They turn whether we watch or not.

Each sign is only a doorway,

Not the whole room.

We read the sky to understand ourselves,

Looking for meaning written in light.

Some answers arrive softly,

Others take years to recognise.

You stand beneath all of it, still human,

Still learning what fits and what does not.

Z is not the end of the alphabet,

It is where you choose who you are next.