Never Stopping
I want to get a few tattoos
Mark myself with the beauty
Rather than the hardships
Of all my experiences
A sun on the front of my right shoulder
by my collar bone
Tiny and in black ink
I long to be your sunshine
And that will make me whole
The second on my ankle
a blue rubber glove
don’t get to involved
and stay clean of trouble
A final one across my ribcage
A needle of a compass pointing to North,
simple and clean
To remind myself to move on
Move forward
And never stop.
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