Tattoo Poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow

Each time I begin to grow weak
Every time I am tempted to give up the fight
The ink in my skin takes on the voice of the artist
And whispers 'one more try'
I've been hurt beyond imagination
As I've suffered from wounds cut in far too deep
But I've risen from the ash that I was left in
Using the ink to sort out my dreams
This body is my canvas
I'll present it to my artist fresh and fancy free
To tattoo my story in his own fashion
As a reminder of all that I could be
The ink is plainly amazing
Reminding me of who I have always been and I was always meant to be
My ink assures me that I no longer need past lovers
I don't need anyone, anymore, but me