Flowers

A meditation on new beginnings.

covering up an old tattoo is hard. do you go to have it removed, so your skin can breathe again? do you hide it underneath your layers like a dark secret? or do you turn it into something new and hope for the best?

i've always loved the people who turn symbols of regret into flowers. it is a promise to yourself and the world: i will bury this and rise again.

is there any urge more human than to transform our pain and name it poetry?