This is a poem, to all those like me
to all those who don’t suffer,
and who is just here to be

I have no big dream
and I don’t want much from life
maybe a good job,
and to die without strife

I will simply just exist,
and be happy and be sad
someone who won’t be remembered
because I’m neither good
nor am I bad

I am not unique,
I am not strong and I’m not weak

I am just here,
for a fleeting second of time
it doesn’t really matter
that I even wrote this rhyme

My purpose here will not vary
I’ve got none,
and that’s because I’m completely ordinary.

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

Please remember, you are beauty.
Moulded by the hands of the ones you love.
Carved by the tools of those you despise.
Sculpted by the ancients who inspire you.
Glazed with joy and laughter.
Fired by the flames of passion.
And displayed for all to admire.
Please remember, my dear, you are art of the purest form.

A day when anyone can be lovely,
Giving surprises or gifts.
Someone wants a hug or just a kiss,
There will also be a couple that are lovey-dovey.

Remember it's not a day just for couples,
It could be between your mother or father.
Also give your heart with sweet colors,
It's important to have self love.