My bones are weary
So I covered my body in art
To show
Instead of tell
The things I cannot name
Each piece picked deliberately for its vibrancy
Each pinprick filled with ink through layers of skin
To remind myself
I am visible
I’m guarded by the dragons and fairies
The fairytales made real
But only when the light hits just so
I’m bound and unbound
Two things at once
I am the scars of my own choosing
Words borrowed from the wind
They burrowed into the marrow Of my entire being
Rooting me to myself
Finally
Setting me free
Thank you
for the invitation to share about my ink 🖤 And it fit right into my 100 words a day challenge that I’m participating in withI’ll go back to sharing in the Notes section so that I’m not inundating everyone with emails 🙃
Please feel free to share your own!
Thank you for being here and reading my words! I appreciate you all so very much 😍😍
Gorgeous photo and writing. You are so good at packing so much meaning into 100 words. I'm learning slowly from the master 😍😍🥰🥰🤩🤩
Wow! That's amazing! So much detail. I don't have a speck of ink. Too scared. Instead, I have scars. Not of my choosing.
Great title.