
Mars in Cancer: a battleground of feeling. Here, drive is muted, action hesitant. Passion flickers, dimmed by the weight of emotional need. Security, a fortress built of sensitivity, becomes the ultimate goal. Anger, a slow burn, simmers beneath the surface, rarely erupting cleanly. Instead, it seeps out, a damp chill, leaving behind a residue of unspoken hurt.
The past echoes here, a constant reminder. Family ties, a tangled web, bind action to emotion. Decisions, born of feeling, often lead to regret’s quiet ache. Boundaries blur, fear of confrontation a heavy cloak. Resentment grows, a silent weed, choking direct expression. Passive resistance, emotional withdrawal, these are the shields against perceived threat.
Initiative, when it surfaces, is channeled into nurturing, into protecting the fragile heart. Self-sacrifice, a quiet martyrdom, becomes a familiar path. Yet, the price is steep: a stifled sense of self, a longing for unburdened desire. Decisiveness falters, fear a constant companion. The needs of others, a relentless tide, pull the self under.
Validation, a whispered hope, drives a constant search. Rejection, a sharp sting, fuels anxiety’s lonely hum. Passion, trapped in the undertow of emotion, struggles to break free. A melancholy truth: the fire of Mars, dampened by Cancer’s depths, flickers, but rarely blazes.
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