Tattooed to remember Me

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tattoo….You?.”

i have many tattoos.

All special to me…

they represent a time.

A freedom…memory.

something I never want

to forget.

My arm tells the story of the fall leaves dancing down my bicep spun around by the blue wind hurrying to take it all away.

It says ” for we are but of yesterday and know nothing , because our time on Earth is a shadow. ”  

it’s a daily reminder that I am not on my time. On the backside it reads “Remember who you are” while little simba hides in the blue swirl of wind cascading down my arm. My artwork is a stunning reminder of the lessons I have learned and ones I will not soon forget. My rib is tainted with the words of another saving my life with each simple phrase.

” Live the poisoned pain as If  every drip is one of passion. You’re alive. Feel alive. Stay alive.”  

How these words have kept me going far past the times I thought I could let go. It’s easy to lose yourself in this world. There are so many distractions and temptations thrown at us daily. 

I marked myself different.

 I did it so I would never give in to what “they” want from me. I know who I am and I know I’m still meeting myself. I never want to forget but I never want to deny myself as well. I am tattooed to Remember Me.