Tattoo
the humming of a needle
drumming up and down
the pressure on the skin
humming the only sound
etched into the skin
the mark of only me
devastatingly unique
if the eyes will only see
eyes darting around
how to release the pain
embarrassed of my bravery
there is to be no shame
my life dreams
summed up in a tattoo
freedom is the ultimate goal
and maybe wisdom too
one lone owl stands alone
silent as the grave
poor old lonely solider
but fortune favours the brave
final complete
an eternity in an hour
relief was the aftershock
relief was my power.
Copyright © Crystal Wilkins | Year Posted 2011
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