Tattoo

I chose it for a reason, something that was special, a memory, a sketch,

A reminder of something I will carry forever, a moment I’ll never forget.

Done at a specific time, when it was very real, and my pain was on the inside,

Leaving behind something special, meaningful and beautiful on the outside. 

It captures a story, a feeling, a moment in time,

Captured by shadows,colors and lines that are just mine.

Like the scars we all carry,only some can be seen.

Others are hidden, buried and tucked away like a dream.

A memory of my best day or memory of the worst,

A way to remind me of something special, maybe to commemorate a first.

A picture, a symbol, a feeling weather it’s been good or it’s been bad,

Capture a feeling in my life, whether it was happy or it was sad. 

When the needle punches the skin, a small mark is left behind,

The painful little pricks and burns are a reminder I can easily find. 

As the blood is wiped away, like my mistakes and my tears,

And with every new drop of color, it chases away my troubles and fears. 

Like a scab that appears to protect my embedded recollection,

A scab in its own right, just to cover an imperfection.

They may not look like much to the world as a whole,

But they are a mark on my skin to match a mark on my soul.