What They Represent
For many years I said I would neverBut when I lost the man I loved and admired most
My first one took shape in my head
And soon after the ink embedded in my skin
For you daddy…I will always be your little girl
My life spiraled out of control
And year after year I lost myself
Then before I knew it I had to get more
What happened to me…
The little girl who said she would never get one?
I died the moment I realized you were cold
No life left in the man who gave me more love than I ever needed
A girl who has always been her hardest critic
Full of many years of doubt and fear
Each day after that was a day longer than I wanted to live
Each tattoo a reminder
To never forget…
A special someone,
Who I was, who I am…
And who I will become
Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
Written on 2026-10-05 at 05:57
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