I Wear My Heart As Tattoos On My Skin

Memories that time could not erase

Photo by Sabrina May on Unsplash

I have a tattoo image scrawled on my arm. It’s a cathartic remembrance that speaks of the pain and futility of life. I’m always clinging on to hope, the belief, and the conviction that all will be well. Though dreams can seem absurd and impossible to carry, yet I hold on to them.