New Ink

The trips through the darkness

have their say and their end.

Each time they leave a mark.

Used to think they were bruises,

until they refused to fade.

Change shape, change colors,

but never ever disappear.

Subcutaneous memories

inked in time-worn needles

of bad judgments taking

layers of skin. Days, sometimes

years before the experience

tattooed upon life

becomes clear enough to read.

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

This is beautifully written, I understand your words all too well what you are saying. Great imagery and tremendous emotion. I wish I could say something more enlightning like you always do for me. But tonight I just don't have the words to share. But I bet you know what I am thinking. xoxo

[Aidz]

Interesting write as I have quite a lot of ink and have referred to them in writes, mine have a lot of substance and meaning and unlike bruises do remain to remind, some a bit more than I would wish to.... wonderful metaphor for life and its journey

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This is a beuatiful write. I liked this write, can feel the emotions.

[ju]

i love the idea of this- very true. well expressed. i like Neva's comment too- maybe not reading it wrong tho. more reading what needs to be read at that time.

[Judy Ponceby]

What a beautiful write Joel. You penned this well. :)

[KAREN]

Excellent write!
Subcutaneous memories
inked in time-worn needles
of bad judgments taking
layers of skin
Awesome lines!!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

and then sometimes we still may need to get our eyes checked because we are still not reading them right. Excellent

[Lily Mae]

"Days, sometimes
years before the experience
tattooed upon life
become clear enough to read."
This resonates with me..I love it Joel..xx