It sucks that sometimes something
that meant the most,
means nothing anymore
Like the ink
tattooed to my skin.
The semicolon that
lays quietly on my
wrist.
That ink on my skin,
used to remind me to
keep going.
Even when life got hard
To remind myself that
I'm strong,
I've done it before and
I can do it again.
But now it just sits there,
Fading.
Covered by an over used,
black hair tie.
That once held the hair
of a confident, young woman.
Is now covering the ink that
reminded me to keep going.
YOU ARE READING
New stuff.
PoetryWell this is how my 2019 year is going all poems are written by me. But I do not own the words.
