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Tattoos Of Life.
*trigger warning: this poem does relate to self harm.
Scars are the Tattoos of life
We wear them for all to see
As they bare the all telling stories of our lives
Discoloration twines and winds across our skin, dancing whispers of our faults and sins
So, let them stare as they gawk and peer
They'll never understand what's within,
What's buried deep beneath the marks spread so thin
They see these blemishes and second guess our incisions
Let them jump to their conclusions and accusations
Let their eyes linger as their judgment becomes clear
They will never understand the pain some people just can't share, the deep hungering of desperation that some can’t bare
The pain we have shackled up and suppressed that one day clawed it’s way up and ripped it’s way through leaving its treacherous mangled path on us in the form of jagged and rigid distort
Vivid crimson kissed welts, soft petal smudges, dark tawny splotches
Our pain has branded us but we will not be shamed
We will embrace our scorched marks.
This is an old poem I decided to edit and rewrite. It’s not a perosnal poem.
Scars are the Tattoos of life
We wear them for all to see
As they bare the all telling stories of our lives
Discoloration twines and winds across our skin, dancing whispers of our faults and sins
So, let them stare as they gawk and peer
They'll never understand what's within,
What's buried deep beneath the marks spread so thin
They see these blemishes and second guess our incisions
Let them jump to their conclusions and accusations
Let their eyes linger as their judgment becomes clear
They will never understand the pain some people just can't share, the deep hungering of desperation that some can’t bare
The pain we have shackled up and suppressed that one day clawed it’s way up and ripped it’s way through leaving its treacherous mangled path on us in the form of jagged and rigid distort
Vivid crimson kissed welts, soft petal smudges, dark tawny splotches
Our pain has branded us but we will not be shamed
We will embrace our scorched marks.
This is an old poem I decided to edit and rewrite. It’s not a perosnal poem.
Published 21st Oct 2017
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21st Oct 2017 11:07am
Difficult subject to work with but beautifully written :) love the ending it is positive and uplifting. Well done
This makes me question why i don't have tattoos.. been talking about it for years but i got nothing :/ I got lots of ideas but haven't committed yet for some reason. i feel like once i get one i won't stop lol. Regardless, I'd say you killed this.
Also, your face paint (make-up?) is dope af.
real talk.
Also, your face paint (make-up?) is dope af.
real talk.
15th Dec 2017 3:27am
Nicely done.Fully sleeved here.I used to self mutilate when I was younger and to hide the scars i covered my arms with ink.Only I know of the hell,I’ve lived.
