A griffon fights leviathan upon my left forearm
As phoenix rises underneath, regal rebirth from the war
Clouds adorn my bicep
Created as a place to play
For curious birds drawn out of bones;
Symbols of life's pain
A charm is etched into my chest
To ward away the wickedness,
That surrounds me on my path
And cheaply done tribal
on my right shoulder,
A remnant to teenage aftermath
A mural of light and dark is juxtaposed
From left to right upon my back
Serves me as a guiding light
And reminds me of my proper track
Art is created of many forms
And each of their beauties is akin
I am living cautionary tale
And a gorgeous canvas made of skin
Every scar tells a story, every tattoo is a piece, and we are all artwork. Even if tattoos aren't your style, keep creating art of all kinds. And take a minute to think about what each person's art means to them. Always support your brethren artists.
