Underneath our skin there is a network of tattoos
Tattoos of our pleasures, fears and what we lose.
We can wear them as badges, shields, or weapons,
Or keep them inside as if they never happened.
They are all the same though, and either way,
We cannot escape them, they are here to stay.
Though we may forgive we never truly forget,
And cling to the magic, the hurt, and regret.
We choose to flaunt them, or to conceal,
But never the less, they are viscerally real.
Some tattoos you show others you hide,
It’s all up to you, your shame and your pride.
Well you turned out to be the first inspiration of the day. This poem is yours, since your own poetic line started it all