They’re forever you know, they should have a meaning

A Poem by Samuel

A poem about my tattoos I have.

A memorial to one who fell long ago.
A mystical insect that shines in the sunlight.
It’s colorful wings pump my heart with joy.
Always reminding me to play the cards I was dealt.

A symbol that most don’t know.
A sentiment that accepts everyone’s interpretations.
It’s stone cold look marks it’s place on my body.
Always reminding me of my inspirations.

A symbol from the past.
An inscription that charts my childhood.
The legends behind these hieroglyphics,
were the stories I grew up on.
Always reminding me of my sense of adventure.

A piece of graffiti,
covered by a blessing heart.
This art shows the truth I can’t ignore.
The conflict I’ve always had.
It reminds me that I’m chosen.

A bracelet that will never fall off my wrist.
A stone tablet that keeps the history of my most important bonds.
It’s here so I can always hold them with me.
The most beautiful accessory.
It reminds me of the brother I lost.

A set of primitive weapons.
A rope that binds them together so I never lose track of my stock.
The ammunition from my ancestors lifetime.
The tribal look shows the pride I have in my heritage.
It reminds me where I came from.

A pen with a unique, retro feel.
A sign of old times.
The eyes from my works,
stained in the soft, yet stiff texture.
A way to tell myself to never give up on my dreams.

A symbol of death,
my greatest fear.
The manifestation of my anxiety.
A start of a new overgrowth,
the positive influence of nature,
bounding over the hills of my muscle.
The beauty of nature shows the new cleanliness of my mind.